When I agreed to review Richard Edwards’ book Natives of a Dry Place: Stories of Dakota Before the Oil Boom for a well-regarded journal, I almost immediately regretted it. I had already heard stories of proud North Dakotans giving this book, wrapped in lutefisk, to other North Dakotans at the holidays.
We were happy to see that our poetry editor Heidi Czerwiec had a poem published in the most recent issues of Tinderbox Poetry Journal 2.5 (2016). The poem is titled “I Never Saw a Goddess Go” and you can read it here. A single poem, on a single post might
America is a strange place. We celebrate political figures who pepper their speeches with threats and boasts. Some want to bomb entire regions, build walls to keep out entire religions, and most want to transform American political culture. We also look askance at one quarterback who seems to enjoy playing
Today is one of those almost spring-like days. It’s as close as we get to Halcyon Days here on the Northern Plains. The still, slightly warmer weather, has complemented my reading of Taylor Brorby and Stefanie Trout new edited volume Fracture: Essays, Poems, and Stories of Fracking in America (2016) from
Among the finalists for this year’s Gilder Lehrman Lincoln Prize was Picturing Frederick Douglass: An Illustrated Biography of the Nineteenth Century’s Most Photographed American, by John Stauffer, Zoe Trodd, and Celeste-Marie Bernier, with an Epilogue by Henry Louis Gates and an Afterword by Douglass descendent Kenneth B. Morris Jr. Picturing
I was digging through the NDQ Archives last week looking for snazzy cover to post. I found this image from 41.1 (Winter 1973) of a untitled sculpture by Stanley O. Johnson who served as chair of the University of North Dakota’s Art Department. More importantly, I found William T. Doherty’s account
Julie Schumacher, Dear Committee Members. New York: Doubleday, 2014. Pp. 180, $22.95 hb. “Under whose aegis was it decided that Economics and English should share a building? Were criteria other than the alphabet considered?” —Professor Jay Fitger, Dear Committee Members “There is no such thing as a self-made man. Every
We asked our new fiction editor Gilad Elbom for a statement on the kind of fiction he’d like to see coming to North Dakota Quarterly. While we’ll continue to welcome submissions from across the entire literary landscape, we feel like Gilad will help us explore some territory as vast as
This is the second post in a new online series from North Dakota Quarterly called Short Takes. A few times a month, we’ll post a short reflection on a book, album, or film. A few years ago, philosopher novelist Rebecca Newberger Goldstein played with aesthetic form on a page of
The silver-grey sky feels a little lower on slow, late January mornings and feels like a movie screen for imagining far off places. Read Helen J. William’s poem “The Snow” from the Winter 1974 issue of North Dakota Quarterly. And, as a soundtrack, immerse yourself in the sounds of Istanbul (the
