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The October light in Vermont that gives the novel its title is variously seen. Lewis Hicks at one point sees it casting beauty over the landscape; James Page, in a moment of despair, believes it exposes all the world’s rottenness.
By David GuyJuly 1977I wish I had read this book before giving birth to our daughter, Mara, at home, not because of the many “amazing birthing tales” (I had previously read numerous accounts of homebirths), but because of the attitudes toward labor and delivery expressed in them.
By Priscilla RichJune 1977The photographs from this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Enrique VegaApril 1977I am running out these hours like a man condemned to live them. But life is eternal, sings the wind; everlasting, whispers the rain.
By Sy SafranskyMarch 1977There are many prisons — illness, poverty, insanity. Life itself. We create our own realities; if we bleed for one another, so must we laugh. But it’s no less the prison for our having laid the brick.
By Sy SafranskyNovember 1976Little Rebecca has inherited her mother’s desire to explore foreign places. She can sit in the car happily singing, sleeping or just watching the world go by for ten hours as long as she is moving on to new people and places. Some morning she’ll run to the car demanding to “go, go, go someplace.”
By Judy BrattenMay 1976Mutation just means the speeding up of the slow natural process of evolution. All I’ve done is to remove it from the realm of the accidental.
By Rob BrezsnyMarch 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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