Since
1976, Dan Carpenter’s writing has appeared in the pages of the Indianapolis Star as a police reporter,
book critic, and renowned op-ed columnist. In writing for the state’s largest
newspaper, Carpenter has covered the life and times of some notable Hoosiers,
as well as serving as a voice for the disadvantaged, sometimes exasperating the
Star’s readership in central Indiana
as the newspaper’s “house liberal.”
Indiana Out Loud, now available from the Indiana Historical Society Press, is a collection
of the best of Carpenter’s work since 1993 and includes timely and engaging
examinations of the lives of such intriguing people as wrestling announcer Sam
Menacker, survivor of the James Jones People’s Temple massacre Catherine
Hyacinth Thrash, Indianapolis African American leader Charles “Snookie”
Hendricks, Atlas Grocery impresario Sid Maurer, and coaches James “Doc”
Counsilman and Ray Crowe. The book also includes a healthy dose of literary
figures, politicians, historians, knaves, crooks, and fools.
As
Carpenter notes, the book “presumes to make itself heard as a distinct voice of
this place in this time of economic struggle, political divisiveness, creative
persistence, flammable faith, terror brought home and war, seemingly, without
end or limit.
“The cumulative sound comprises the
sweet and strident, the measured and manic, the deafening and the barely
detectable. It is as sharp as the orchestrations of a legendary neighborhood
grocer and as seductive as the baritone riffs of a celebrated junkie poet. It
shrieks against arbitrary war and enforced poverty. It sings the pain of
inevitable loss and the praises of improbable gift-bearers.”
Indiana Out Loud costs $16.95 and is available from the Indiana Historical Society's Basile History Market.
5 comments:
Great!
Una rosa silenciosa.
En la ternura
del sueño la
hierba mojada
parece un
susurro en
el llanto del
sol.
Francesco Sinibaldi
La clarté des passions.
Le sens,
l'amour qui
revient dans
l'aube d'un
poème, l'automne,
la tendresse,
le chant du
matin....
Francesco Sinibaldi
Pasión verdadera.
Penetrante
sueño de un
encanto perdido,
siento el amor
pasar en el
llanto que dulce
regresa como
un ave cansado.
Francesco Sinibaldi
Una fragante rosa.
La claridad
del cielo
cristalino brilla
silente como
un diamante
en el canto
del sol.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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