Younger Cousin Research Articles

한·중 사료 속의 서부여 존재를 논함

After the death of King Daeso of Dongbuyeo(東夫餘), Buyeo of the Nak’s Kingdom, which was initially sealed by Goguryeo(高句麗) as Buyeo King, is not a lord belonging to the Goguryeo Yeonnabu(椽那部). It can be confirmed through Korean-Chinese historical records that it was a royal state with independent military, diplomatic, and trade rights. King Daeso's younger cousin, who surrendered to Goguryeo, was not a heir to the throne, so he was not eligible to surrender by sacrificing his country, so it can be seen as an exile with his followers. Goguryeo, which wanted to become a new hegemonic power, established a new Buyeo as a result of King Daemusin's strategic proposal to expand its power by turning the royal family of Dongbuyeo into a reliable ally. The relationship with Goguryeo can be seen as a bandwagon alliance if analyzed by modern international political relations theory (IR). Buyeo became a target of the enemy and suffered serious damage when it participated in Goguryeo's hegemonic war, and Goguryeo's discriminatory support for this became the background for Buyeo to break its alliance with Goguryeo and collude with Houhan(後漢). King Uigutae(尉仇台), who rejuvenated Buyeo, secured the Daebang(帶方) area with Gonsongang(公孫康), the son of Gongsondo(公孫 度), the Taishou of Liaodong(遼東太守), and move the capital. For this Buyeo, which was in the Liaoseo(遼西) area from the 1st to the early 4th centuries, I suggest that it is necessary to classify it as 'Seobuyeo(西夫餘)' for the systematic organization of Buyeo history research.

Royal Attitudes to the Atlantic Slave Trade and Abolition in the Late Eighteenth and Early Nineteenth Centuries

Abstract Recent historiography has placed particular emphasis on the social origins and influence of individuals who took opposing sides in debates on the abolition of the slave trade between 1787 and 1807. There is no doubt that family networks and connections influenced patterns of pro-slavery and abolitionist support. Despite this familial focus, comparatively little attention has been paid to the attitudes and interventions in the debate of King George III and his family. As early as 1808, Thomas Clarkson’s History of the Rise, Progress, and Accomplishment of the Abolition of the African Slave-Trade by the British Parliament recorded how Prince William Henry, duke of Clarence, and his younger cousin, Prince William Frederick, second duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh, held diametrically opposed views on the issue. Evidence that has recently come to light in the Royal Archives makes it possible to assess whether the divide between George III’s son and nephew points to a royal family riven by disagreement on the rights and wrongs of slavery. By broadening the canvas of study to include other royal dukes, this article contributes to a much fuller understanding of the family’s reaction to one of the most pressing moral and economic questions of the day. Their views were not just a matter of their own personal opinions; their interventions in debate affected (and on balance, impeded) the progress of abolition and had direct repercussions on the lives of hundreds of thousands of enslaved Africans.

Making Masculine Monks: Gender, Space, and the Imagined “Child” in Twelfth-Century Cistercian Identity Formation

Bernard of Clairvaux's letter to his young cousin Robert, written in the early 1120s CE, ignited a public controversy between the powerful Cluniacs and the upstart Cistercians over proper monastic practice and recruitment that smoldered throughout the twelfth century. This article examines how Cistercian polemics arose out of this new monastic competition to form Cistercian identity. Bernard of Clairvaux and the Cistercians under his influence employed a rhetoric that drew on notions of space, age, and gender to present their rivals as worldly, feminine, and immature and themselves as mature and masculine warriors on the front lines of ascetic battle against the vices. In doing so, the Cistercians deployed a gendered concept of “childhood” and “youth” that shaped their understanding of monastic conversion and progression as maturation from a worldly, feminized child to a mature and masculine monk. By centering “childhood” as a category of analysis, this article demonstrates the importance of age to Cistercian constructions of monastic masculinity. The gender-crossing martial, nuptial, and maternal imagery for which the Cistercians are famous relied on constructions of the “child.” This article shows that “childhood” and “adulthood” are mutually constitutive, gendered categories and reveals that “childhood” is as important to constructing Christian masculinities as notions of “woman.”

The Koinon Agathon of Plato’s Charmides

Given the number of references to koinōnia in Plato’s dialogues, it is striking that the phrase “common good” (koinon agathon) is used only once – at Charmides 166d. Socrates asks his interlocutor Critias a question, “Do you not think it is for the common good, almost (schedon), of all men, that how all the beings (tōn ontōn) are should be discovered?” The question emerges after Critias has claimed that sōphrosynē is self-knowledge, which he then specifies as a “knowledge of all other knowledges and of itself”. In this paper, I argue that it is no accident that Socrates mentions the “common good” at precisely this moment in his discussion with Critias. The notion of sōphrosynē that Critias defends is incoherent owing to what Critias claims to be its distinguishing feature – its reflexivity. Because of its total reflexivity, it points to no end beyond itself and thereby it is neither capable of disclosing “the beings” nor of being connected to any good outside of itself. The common good Socrates mentions here is therefore essentially related to an acknowledgment of ignorance that motivates one to wonder (thauma) at a good beyond one’s love of one’s own things. I thus suggest an explanation for the curious addition of “almost” (schedon) in Socrates’ remark here: Critias himself shows that unless he (or his young cousin Charmides) can admit ignorance and experience such wonder, then he is constitutionally not included in this common good.

La Linea del Colore

La Linea del Colore

The Tietz syndrome associated with cardiac malformation: a case report with literature review

BackgroundTietz syndrome is a very rare clinical entity characterized by the association of profound bilateral congenital sensorineural deafness and generalized hypopigmentation of skin, eyes, and integuments (snow white appearance). It is an autosomal dominant syndrome due to a mutation in the melanocyte inducing transcription factor (MITF) gene. The association of a heart malformation has never been reported in this syndrome.Case presentationWe report two cases of two cousins aged 5 years and 20 months respectively with a history of first degree consanguineous parents. Both girls presented with diffuse hypopigmentation of the skin, blond hair, blue eyes, and bilateral diffuse retinal hypopigmentation at ocular fundus exam. Bilateral profound sensorineural hearing loss was confirmed by auditory brainstem response in both cases. Echocardiography revealed a cardiac malformation such as interventricular communication in the older cousin and interatrial communication in the younger cousin. The family investigation did not reveal a similar case among ancestors. The diagnosis of Tietz syndrome was based on clinical criteria and pedigree. The older cousin underwent a total optical correction and a right unilateral cochlear implantation followed by speech therapy with a satisfactory result after a follow-up of two years. Unfortunately, the little cousin died following a head trauma.ConclusionsTietz syndrome is a rare autosomal dominant genetic disorder, characterized by generalized albinism with bilateral profound hearing loss. It results from a nontruncating mutation in the basic domain of in the MITF gene. Its management must include, in addition to hearing and ophthalmic rehabilitation, the research and treatment of cardiac malformations which may be life-threatening.

Premutations in the FMR1 gene in Serbian patients with undetermined tremor, ataxia and parkinsonism

ABSTRACT Introduction: Although one of the most common monogenic late-onset neurodegenerative disorders, fragile-X-associated tremor/ataxia syndrome (FXTAS) is still underdiagnosed. The aim of the present study was to estimate the frequency of premutation carriers in patients with unexplained degenerative ataxias, action tremor or parkinsonism, and action tremor with or without associated cognitive impairment. Methods: The study comprised 100 consecutive patients with the disease onset >49 years who had any form of unexplained action tremor, cerebellar ataxia, followed by parkinsonism with or without incipient dementia, and in whom the FMR1 repeats size was determined. Results: Premutation in the FMR1 was identified in two patients (2%): the first, male patient had 83 CGG repeats and the second, female patient had 32 and 58 CGG repeats. Discussion/Conclusion: FXTAS was relatively rare among older patients with unexplained ataxia and action tremor, with or without parkinsonism and/or cognitive impairment. Tremor and ataxia were major clinical features in our two patients, although parkinsonism, autonomic dysfunction and psychiatric problems might be an important part of the spectrum. Probable FXTAS should be considered in the differential diagnosis of patients with unexplained action tremor and ataxia, and undetermined parkinsonism, especially when there was a positive family history for involuntary movement disorders in other family members and/or autism spectrum disorders in younger cousins.

Rediscovering the Aesthetic Argument

The aesthetic argument for the existence of God is sometimes seen as a weaker younger cousin to the more powerful moral argument, but it may in fact be the more formidable of the two. The phenomenological aesthetic argument, presented here, brackets the question of beauty’s objectivity. It argues that various aspects of the raw data of the human aesthetic sense—specifically, our perceptions of human, natural, artistic, and abstract beauty—are highly unlikely to have developed on naturalism but are unsurprising given theism. These facets of aesthetic experience therefore ground a substantial argument against the merely Darwinian paradigm.

The ‘empowered king’ of French spiritualism: Théodore Jouffroy

ABSTRACT There is a paradox in the fate of nineteenth-century French philosophy: the ‘eclecticism' or ‘spiritualism' that was university philosophy, championed by Victor Cousin – ‘the king of the philosophers' – and commander of a ‘regiment' of other teacher-philosophers who docilely disseminated his doctrine, is almost entirely absent from today’s canon. Between the familiar figures of Maine de Biran and Bergson, the work of Comte or Tocqueville might be taught and studied but Cousin's work and the work of his followers is ignored. This article turns back to the regiment. By showing how certain spiritualists attempted to philosophically distinguish themselves from their commander, this article views spiritualism as a school developing a programme rather than as a school of (one track) thought. From this perspective, the case of Théodore Jouffroy is of particular interest – initially he and the young Cousin shared a philosophical programme which aimed to scientifically found new forms of psychology. However, Jouffroy evolved in a radically different direction to Cousin. By looking at Jouffroy as an ‘emancipated king of philosophy’, I intend to return to the philosophical rather than simply political meaning of ‘French spiritualism’.

‘My young Tasmanian cousin’: animal lives and companions on board and beyond the Flying Squadron, 1869–1873

ABSTRACT Recent scholarship has drawn attention to the complexity of animal–human relationships on board ships, but we still know relatively little about crewmembers’ responses to animals on board nineteenth-century British warships, especially on overseas voyages. The 1869–70 Flying Squadron voyage provides a useful case study. On board each of the squadron’s six warships sailed dozens of officers, hundreds of sailors and a fluctuating number of live animals. This article focuses on the Flying Squadron diary of Midshipman Marcus McCausland, plus accounts and memoirs by fellow crewmembers, which discuss animals’ shipboard role, but also reflect on naval personnel's relations with one another as well as civilians. The last section of the article considers McCausland’s service and death while serving in anti-slavery patrols off East Africa as recorded in memoirs and official correspondence. These sources reveal McCausland as a complex, ambivalent figure, whose relationship with animals, women, naval authority, and, later, slavers and the enslaved in East Africa, speaks to larger tensions over masculine and naval authority, and naval memory, in the nineteenth-century global maritime world. As well, the sources reveal the continuing importance of human companionship and memorialisation in sustaining shipboard communities.

Remembering a Son of the Midwest: Ellis Hawley, 1929–2020

Remembering a Son of the MidwestEllis Hawley, 1929–2020 Jon K. Lauck (bio) Many scholars of the Midwest will be familiar with the work of the historian Ellis Wayne Hawley, who recently passed away at the age of 91 years. He was a man who graciously granted advice to many scholars who studied the Midwest and who did not shy away from studying midwestern figures and topics. From 1969–1994 Hawley was professor of history at the University of Iowa. Hawley was born near Cambridge, Kansas in June 1929. His parents, Winfield Scott Hawley and Maggie Logsdon, had earlier moved from West Virginia to South Dakota and then, in the 1890s, settled in Kansas. The wagon they traveled in is now located in the Grenola Grain Elevator Museum in Grenola, Kansas.1 Young Ellis left Cambridge to attend college about an hour away at the recently re-christened Municipal University of Wichita (formerly the Congregationalist-run Fairmount College), now known as Wichita State University, from which he graduated summa cum laude in 1950. At Wichita, according to his college yearbook, he was in the Debate Club and the History Club and on the Dean's Honor Roll. Hawley then earned an MA in history in 1951 from the University of Kansas, where the historian James Malin, originally from Edgley, North Dakota, held court on all matters related to midwestern, Great Plains, agricultural, and environmental history.2 Hawley thought Malin should be considered a midwestern historian "not only in terms of his background, interests and professional activities but also in terms of the kind of history he did, his midwestern values and attitudes, and his notions about paying attention to creative individuals, folk processes, environmental settings, and local differences."3 After his time in Lawrence, Hawley served in the U.S. Army (1951–1953), where he rose to the rank of first lieutenant. While stationed in Germany, [End Page 219] Hawley met Sofia Koltun, originally from Zamosc, Poland, and they were married on September 2, 1953. They would later have a son, Arnold Jay, and a daughter, Agnes. Sofia had been displaced by the German invasion of Poland. "Her village was bombed and she was trapped inside a house while baby-sitting her younger cousins," her daughter Agnes recalled. "She would have been about ten years old. She said the house was on fire on the outside and she couldn't get out because the pressure on the outside kept the shutters closed. Her uncle finally showed up and got them out. She saw some horrible things happen. Her school was closed and used as a stable for German horses. The church was going to be used for the same, so many of the people of the village locked themselves inside to prevent it from being taken, but the Germans just locked them in until they all died, then carted their bodies offto be disposed of somewhere." Sofia was then sent to Germany to work on a farm. after the war she was sent to a Displaced Person camp and ultimately found work on a U.S. Army base. She never heard from her family in Poland again.4 In 1953, after his marriage to Sofia, Hawley enrolled in the famed graduate program in history at the University of Wisconsin. At Wisconsin, Hawley further pursued his interests in Herbert Hoover, trade associations, competition policy, and the National Industrial Recovery Act, subjects he first broached in his work with Malin at Kansas.5 Hawley's advisor at Wisconsin was Howard K. Beale, much of whose work focused on northern business interests during the Reconstruction era. Beale was known as the "most contentious" member of the department, in a striking contrast with his humble student Hawley, but Hawley recalled that "he always treated me well."6 In the end, Hawley's dissertation-turned-book, which was dedicated to Beale, was titled The New Deal and the Problem of Monopoly: A Study in Economic Ambivalence (1966) and was published by Princeton University Press. Trudy Peterson, a former Acting Archivist of the United States and a Hawley student with deep Iowa roots, remembers the book as a "staggering achievement" because of all the research...

Carlotta Speaks: The Letters of Carlotta Monterey O'Neill to Gene Baker McComas, 1918–1952

Carlotta Speaks: The Letters of Carlotta Monterey O'Neill to Gene Baker McComas, 1918–1952

T Berry Brazelton: caused “Copernican revolution” in the study of child development

As a child growing up in Waco, Texas, T Berry Brazelton possessed an uncanny ability to connect with babies. “Berry, you’re so good with babies,” his grandmother would tell him....

FRII-09 CONSERVATIVE KIDNEY TRAUMA MANAGEMENT AND CONSERVATIVE POLITICS: HOW SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL'S PHYSICIANS MAY HAVE SAVED THE WESTERN WORLD

You have accessJournal of UrologyHistory of Urology: History Forum1 Apr 2017FRII-09 CONSERVATIVE KIDNEY TRAUMA MANAGEMENT AND CONSERVATIVE POLITICS: HOW SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL'S PHYSICIANS MAY HAVE SAVED THE WESTERN WORLD Alan Carnes, Zach Klaassen, Michael Kemper, Arthur Smith, and Durwood Neal Alan CarnesAlan Carnes More articles by this author , Zach KlaassenZach Klaassen More articles by this author , Michael KemperMichael Kemper More articles by this author , Arthur SmithArthur Smith More articles by this author , and Durwood NealDurwood Neal More articles by this author View All Author Informationhttps://doi.org/10.1016/j.juro.2017.02.2458AboutPDF ToolsAdd to favoritesDownload CitationsTrack CitationsPermissionsReprints ShareFacebookTwitterLinked InEmail INTRODUCTION AND OBJECTIVES The exquisite leadership and unmatched resolve of Sir Winston Churchill during the Second World War are known well beyond the borders of Britain. The adversities he overcame in the 1930's and 1940's have been extensively explored. However, one lesser known misfortune he faced earlier in life had a profound impact upon Mr. Churchill. The details surrounding this urologic traumatic event are herein examined, specifically with respect to the management his physicians selected. These medical decisions early in Mr. Churchill's life were important for shaping the future of the Western World and the emergence of the ‘British Bulldog’. METHODS A review of the literature was performed with Google Scholar to assess secondary sources pertinent to the early life of Sir Winston Churchill. Specifically, to further examine the urologic traumatic event that took place during Churchill's late adolescence and how this clinical situation was managed. RESULTS In the early winter of 1892, an 18 year old Winston Churchill was on holiday at the estate of his aunt in Bournemouth, England. While accompanied by his younger brother and a young cousin, the boys took up a game of chasing the older Churchill. Churchill found himself in the middle of a bridge straddling a ravine with a boy on either side. In the spirit of the game, he climbed over the railing of the bridge and pondered, “to plunge or not to plunge, that was the question!” He chose to plunge, and the slender firs he hoped would break his 29-foot fall did little to mitigate the traumatic results. It was 3 days before he regained consciousness and several weeks before he could climb from bed. He was diagnosed with a 'kidney rupture' as well as a concussion and right shoulder injury. The Churchill's family physician, Dr. Robson Roose, as well as a London surgeon, Dr. John Rose, recommended 3 months of bed rest. Churchill's recovery was prolonged and he stated, “for a year I looked at life round a corner.” CONCLUSIONS Kidneys are the 3rd most common solid organ to be damaged following blunt trauma, and renal lacerations are a common result of rapid deceleration. These injuries need operative intervention in less than 10% of cases, but those numbers are bolstered by 21st century imaging. In late 19th century Britain, without the use of modern imaging technology, these physicians selected the appropriate conservative treatment modality. If young Winston Churchill would have met an early demise, the fight against Nazi Germany may have ultimately had a different outcome. © 2017FiguresReferencesRelatedDetails Volume 197Issue 4SApril 2017Page: e1069-e1070 Advertisement Copyright & Permissions© 2017MetricsAuthor Information Alan Carnes More articles by this author Zach Klaassen More articles by this author Michael Kemper More articles by this author Arthur Smith More articles by this author Durwood Neal More articles by this author Expand All Advertisement Advertisement PDF downloadLoading ...

“The Queer Feeling We All Know”: Queer Objects and Orientations in Edith Wharton's (Haunted) Houses

"The Queer Feeling We All Know":Queer Objects and Orientations in Edith Wharton's (Haunted) Houses Shannon Brennan In the night that follows his impetuous stab at heteronormativity, Edith Wharton's queerest character is startled to consciousness by his sense of an intruding, untoward object. "I was waked by the queer feeling we all know," Andrew Culwin reflects, "—the feeling that there was something in the room that hadn't been there when I fell asleep" (43). Culwin, the interpellated narrator of "The Eyes," has just surprised himself by proposing marriage to a young cousin—a proposal that he sees as his "suddenly undertak[ing] to promote the moral order of the world" (42). That night, he experiences his "queer feeling," waking to the sense—and then the sight—of a pair of ghostly eyes. Culwin flees their presence, and flees his fiancée, too, embarking on a trajectory that will lead him to Europe, to Hong Kong, and, eventually, to the intimate library where he narrates his story to a few male friends whom he is lustily said to "lik[e] … juicy" (38). We might thus say that his "queer feeling" leads to Culwin's queer orientation. Then again, since this feeling was aroused by the suspicion that the room Culwin occupies has been mysteriously reconfigured, it might be more accurate to recognize that his "queer feeling" was always a matter of his position in space—that is, it has always been a matter of orientation. I am interested in the emphatically spatial, haptic, and object-oriented quality of this scene of queer reorientation. Equally intriguing is its asserted universality: the proposal that "queer feeling" is a thing that "we all know."1 Taking my cue from Culwin's suggestive phrase, I would like to make a few proposals regarding the construction of queer space in what Annette Benert has referred to as Wharton's "architectural imagination." Wharton, I suggest, renders queerness an always-available mode of experience during a period that was increasingly invested in understanding sexual orientation to be a matter of identity. [End Page 82] While Maria Farland and Richard Kaye have shown how Wharton's theories of sexuality were tied to the medical and juridical discourses of her time, I argue that Wharton's writing stages the queering potential of the nonhuman environment.2 Hers is a theory of the queer feelings and alignments produced by the spaces we inhabit. Beyond positing a "theor[y] of space," Wharton offers a preliminary account of queer subjectivity as the uncanny experience of one's position within a choreography of people, furniture, and objects (Somers 41).3 It is just this spatial aspect of sexual orientation that renders queerness a consistent potential available to the characters and interpellated readers of Wharton's oeuvre. What might be queer about our relation to the environment? The New Materialist theories of Sara Ahmed and Mel Chen offer two potential strategies for addressing this question. "Bodies are gendered, sexualized, and raced," Ahmed notes, "by how they extend into space" (5). The structure of a room and the objects in it can naturalize particular lifelines and exclude others; they can make certain subjects feel at home while putting others in their place. In this account, queerness is a phenomenological experience, the sense of disorientation that comes of recognizing oneself and one's desires to be out of place—a precarity that also generates possibilities. Like Ahmed, Chen frames queerness in terms of an affective relation to the environment; however, her work is less focused on the experience of alignment than on humans' reciprocal interaction with the material world. Chen locates queerness in the moments when we violate the "proper intimacies" dictated by our ontological scale (11). Language and custom distinguish subjects and objects, animals and matter, and racialized, sexualized, and gendered persons according to hierarchies of "animacy." To cross these boundaries, recognizing our affective and biological relationship with the presumably inanimate environment—to love the couch that enfolds me in its cushions, for instance—is to queer a commonsense ideological scheme. The discussions of "queer orientation" and "queer feeling" that follow are based in these two concepts. Queer orientation involves the social/sexual...

So Far

So Far Charlotte Pence (bio) and Adam Prince (bio) On her final evening in Cartagena, thirty-two-year-old Margaret Lockwood-Showenwaldt took a laminated invitation offering discount drinks and a free buffet from a man wearing a bandanna over his face like a Wild West bad guy. He stood in front of a crumbling colonial building with a neon sign reading Club de Las Mil Noches. She whispered a question, which he nodded to vigorously, then led her inside. He offered a grimy stool, though Margaret continued to stand. "Un momento," he said. "Momencito. Momelito." Then he rushed through a curtain behind the bar, which no one was tending. There were no men in the place at all, only a few women slurping stew from paper bowls on the opposite side of the room. They varied in age and dress, from eighteen to fifty, from cutoff jeans and a neon bikini top to a ruffled A-line that might have been worn by a Cape Cod bridesmaid. There was a dance floor behind them with a giant, rotating disco ball missing several of its tiny mirrors—dark, [End Page 506] pitted spaces, like missing teeth. A picnic table had been set up in the corner of the dance floor, on which lay Crock-Pots and mismatched serving bowls. Margaret fidgeted at the now-bare place on her ring finger, wondering how long a momencito might last. Then she took a breath and went to work with her Handi Wipes, cleaning first the sticky bar top, next one of the stools. Along with her disgust and fear, she felt a wild, heart-skipping excitement at how very authentic this place was, and pride at having come so far. For a little while, all of these emotions stood managed and arranged in a tense equilibrium. Then they collapsed into panic as she was overtaken by an urgent need to pee. ________ The back room of the Club de las Mil Noches was really more like a shabby vestibule, with a door to the alley standing at one side and a black curtain leading into the bar at the other. Between those two was space only for a filing cabinet, a lamp, and a school desk, at which sat club owner Lucho Alvarez de Moreno. But the curtain slid open now, and Lucho's young cousin edged himself in. "It's going to rain," the cousin said. "It is not going to rain," returned Lucho from his desk. "We're fucked if it rains." "It is not going to rain." A few months ago, Lucho had made the mistake of telling his cousin that the Mil Noches wasn't making enough money to stay open much longer, prompting this shy young man—who'd spent his adult life inside, watching telenovelas and American movies [End Page 507] because of a sensitivity about his harelip—to emerge from his apartment wearing that black bandanna. It had taken the young man only a single week to become friends with the street rats, who started calling him Bandito, as though he were some legendary criminal. Through this network, Bandito had learned that Colombia's president planned to build a beach house as a wedding gift to his daughter and son-in-law in the now-quiet beach town of Taganga. Without telling Lucho, Bandito had negotiated to trade the Mil Noches for a club up there. The two men had argued then, Lucho calling him a schemer with telenovela ideas, Bandito calling Lucho a bitter old man who'd given up on living. They needed to make the trade as soon as possible, the younger argued, before the gift was announced and everyone knew what property in Taganga was really worth. Bandito did have a point. And in the end, Lucho had given in. It wasn't a straight trade, but involved some money, too. They'd been running several promotions, but they were short. Still short. This was their last chance, the biggest promotion of all. They'd printed those laminated cards, included a buffet. Cena de Ensayo, they called it. Rehearsal Dinner. " We need five hundred U.S.," said Bandito. "Tonight." "I know...

Death by Water Suite

(Heavy Water #74: going down) i. the version of my father’s brother’s drowning i was raised on and prefer is the one in which his friends and cousins – having lost their week’s pay to him at cards having drunk not quite enough to down the piddling affront – held him there below till it was done. they must have stood the three of them and left him there to drift a while the soberness of their act falling swift as the temple virgins’ shared veil thin chilly cover against the frank and palpitating country night. i like to think they did not brook the possibility of talk though like as not they did. like as not the younger cousin tried and failed. and likely it was he who waded out into the water glass-black and stroking, kissing at his hips and tried to cry but couldn’t until the others rushed him pulled him to the grassy water’s edge. must have been quite handsome that one. why shouldn’t he have been that smooth opaque we used to call just-pretty-black? in my own dreams of drowning it is always so: i find him handsome almost too dear to look on in the starry swampy night easy in his movement the way some men just are – easy in his laughter, his gait, his clothes – but no one’s ever said though surely someone knows. how long they stood that way is anybody’s guess before going on – neither home nor away but to her – to tell the thing they’d done to find the gumption to say they’d drowned her son witless honesty to match the stupid intimate human act down the path? one begins over near where we go out wading sometime in the evening? we killed him out there, auntie he interrupts, the younger one, impatient to begin the clean clear suffering that will hound them now for all their too-short lives we killed him. drowned in the night drifted four more coming up at last half-eaten puffed up water-something eyes gone lips gone perfect teeth exposed in nothing like a grin no longer man or son or friend – some freakish cousin (once-twice-removed) to the thing we all swam out from to the light. and there below the less than potent undertow floating uncle-boy himself 58 WLT SEPTEMBER–OCTOBER 2016 special section gulf lit Death by Water Suite by Brenda Marie Osbey Brenda Marie Osbey is a poet, essayist, and librettist working in English and French. Her six books include her collected poems, All Souls: Essential Poems (LSU Press, 2015); History and Other Poems (Time Being, 2013); and All Saints: New and Selected Poems (LSU Press, 1997). The first peer-selected poet laureate of Louisiana (2005–2007), Osbey is a native New Orleanian. face some transfigured riddled mask realizing – no doubt to soon – this is no young fellows’ teasing gag – only to surface in the dullish mid-late-morning of ordinary day: icy teeth eyeholes nests for quivering things logged hands that carry harmless enough brownish mosses a something adrift adrift agog and gaping about for kin ii. these dreams run all the same: you go into the water wearing pearls of every color – and nothing more – strands of ochre black and rose, steel grey and bone. perhaps someone is calling – you’re not quite sure – perhaps a something from behind – and go on ahead uncaring into the still warm waters. if you see him then or not you never can say for sure. at some point he is simply there and unlike deathsheads of film and fact and children’s tales he is lovely lovely and still and smooth and perfectly perfectly glass-black. and you know-him know him know exactly who he is rooted then in the glass-black water until a weight a heaviness – this is drowning you say foolishly. yes, he answers in the language of the deads – in which you are by then apparently sufficiently fluent – this is drowning. it lasts a while he says, just making conversation. he does not smile nor strike nor flail at all you breathe...

A homozygous STIM1 mutation impairs store-operated calcium entry and natural killer cell effector function without clinical immunodeficiency

A homozygous STIM1 mutation impairs store-operated calcium entry and natural killer cell effector function without clinical immunodeficiency

On Leaving | On Staying Behind

On Leaving | On Staying Behind Diana Garcia (bio) On Leaving I can run five times around the village, my dog beside me. I have testedmyself against her speed, my younger cousins’ endurance. I win. My cousins go with me this morning, their dark hair glossy, so youngtheir shoulders. Their mothers tell me to watch over them. I have said goodbye to all who remain, grayed village elders,wooden statues of saints in our small church, my mother. I go with the blessings of my mother and her sisters. I am the youngestof the girl cousins, no great beauty, no wealth to keep me here. I wear only what I have. I carry a blouse one aunt gave me,a friend’s old sandals for days when heat persists into the night. My cousins who have made the journey send this advice: travel earlyin the morning and at night. When you reach the trains, gain a space in the middle; don’t move. Don’t let anyone steal your space. When wereach Mexico, we are to look for coyotes wearing yellow bandanas, not red or green. Those wearing yellow come from our region,they speak our language, they are known to our village. If no one waits at the border wearing yellow, we wait or takeour chances. I have waited two years for this chance. No more. [End Page 11] If the coyotes separate me from my two cousins, mis primasinstruct me to let them take what they will, but not my life, never my life. They think I don’t know what they mean. I know what a mancan take from a woman. I know my younger cousins’ pride. I will protect them from their pride, our family honor. I will screamor fight if I can. I will run if I can. I know now how fast I can run. On Staying Behind She thinks I don’t know why she runs. Not to catch the trainsor escape la migra or outrun packs of wild dogs. I listened to the advice her cousins sent, the older girl cousins, married,hard-working girls who left our village with their husbands. The journey is harsh, more than two weeks if she’s lucky.So many dangers, only two younger male cousins to protect her. My daughter has no husband. She cannot stay with me. I willnot have her stay with me to starve. She leaves with no wealth. She and her cousins are their own wealth. I see the strengthin their arms and shoulders, blood that pumps through heart and lungs. No water, no beans or corn. Today, the woman studying our village,una profe de los estados unidos, spilled our pot of beans. This woman has never known hunger. I saw her shock when I siftedbeans from dirt, placed beans, dirt, the bit of water I had planned to use for grinding the last dried corn. What is a little dirt, I thought, the same dirtin which I grew these beans. A child should not see a mother starve to death. [End Page 12] A mother should not hear that her last daughter has disappeared.I bless this last child, daughter of my heart, the one I hoped would wrap my body in a serape and lay me next to her fatherat the edge of the church yard. I bless her journey, wishing her safe passage, fleet journey. I have said my prayersto the village saints. I have eaten my small meal. I will lay myself alongside her dog tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, more foodwill come my way. Again, I stay behind. I will wait and hope. [End Page 13] Diana Garcia Diana Garcia is a professor and codirector of the Creative Writing and Social Action Program at California State University, Monterey Bay. Her collection of poetry When Living Was a Labor Camp is an American Book Award Winner. She coedited Fire and Ink: An Anthology of Social Action Writing. Copyright © 2014 University of Nebraska Press

American Literary Stratigraphy

American Literary Stratigraphy Christopher Leise (bio) Personae Sergio De La Pava University of Chicago Press www.press.uchicago.edu 216 Pages; Print, $17.00 The details of Sergio De La Pava’s rise to indie esteem seem as improbable as the events that comprise his two very impressive novels. His first pranksteresque accomplishment, A Naked Singularity (2008) features the world’s most talented and indefatigable public defender, extended musings on the life of boxer Wilfred Benítez, glimpses into warm family meals, explanations of advanced physics, and the tandem of Uncle Sam and a chimpanzee stalking the increasingly paranoid protagonist. Remarkably, it also has a plot, which keeps the raucous story more or less focused on reaching a strangely satisfying conclusion. Not so remarkably, given its ambition and disregard for distracted readers, De La Pava could not place his manuscript with a publisher. In what I can only imagine is the career John Kennedy Toole might have carved for himself had self-publication and self-promotion been as accessible (as it is now) for A Confederacy of Dunces in 1963, De La Pava released the book himself in 2008. Over time, a constellation of eager testimonials grew, attesting to the novel’s rare ludic gravity. For devotees of Gaddis, Gass, Pynchon, and Coover—the postmodern maximalist spellbinders—A Naked Singularity positioned De La Pava as the adoring but confident young cousin, sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon lazily from a can in the hipper corners of an increasingly legitimate DIY culture. He offered the distraught David Foster Wallace a valium, goosed the science-serious Richard Powers in the ribs, and reminded Jonathan Franzen that this oft-embittering world still contains good people we can root for, no matter how great the distance between our fingertips and the shimmer of perfection. I have not seen any early copies, and so cannot comment on the material attributes of Singularity’s first incarnation, but the University of Chicago Press did the literary world a great service in giving De La Pava’s novel the legitimacy of its imprimatur. In marked contrast to the beauty of Steve Tomasula’s breathtaking book-object VAS, however, their minimalist print (and, sadly, proofreading) provides an unfortunate low-fi counterpoint to the glossy narrative. Fixing the ultra-dense writing with a cheap grayscale print, shot through with tiny white voids presumably to save on ink, Chicago found a way to balance risk with reward and make this major work of American writing more visible. Reprinted by Chicago in 2013, Personae’s pages are marked by its suggestively rich black ink, in typeface that hints at a universe somehow ages younger than Singularity’s cosmos—though denser, the shorter novel nevertheless contains the base components of its predecessor’s more numerous elements. Thus while its jacket-copy announces boldly that Personae “is nothing like” his first book, De La Pava’s second novel shares key attributes that make it a highly satisfying heir to Singularity. Both novels cohere around a crime: the first, one to be executed; the second, one seemingly to be discovered. They also share, as central characters, prodigiously talented agents in an urban criminal justice system. But whereas Singularity works to represent the totality of American life on the cusp of our current communications revolution (its hero, Casi, does not own a cell phone, and a TiVo-like device defines the horizon of media-technology progress), Personae works to provide something like a stratigraphic portrait of literature across the twentieth century. Click for larger view View full resolution Detail from cover At its outset, Personae promises to be an exciting addition to the neo-noir trend that has attracted the likes of Colson Whitehead, Denis Johnson, Coover, Pynchon, and other major writers in the last fifteen years. Called to the scene of a mysterious death, preternaturally gifted homicide detective Helen Tame finds the corpse of a 111 year-old man in a tiny New York apartment. Her superior intellect makes dealing with lesser colleagues tiresome—as tiresome, one might fear, as the initially over-wrought prose and made-for-TV cliché damaged-detective trope threatens to be: I am here because of blood, blood that makes little sense...