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THE WILD RIVER REVIEW PRESENTS:
From the Editor: Up the Creek:
Blind Faith
In that world, we would clearly be practicing blind faith - belief without true understanding, perception, or discrimination. Blind faith, and faith – sincerity in our intentions – are two different things...
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Obama in ME: Featured on the popular blog, Wild Finance
by Vibhas Tattu
Author of WRR column, View from Dubai, Tattu reports on Obama’s recent visit...
No, I do not have any delusional or schizophrenic tendencies. The ME in the title is actually the accepted acronym for the Middle East here in Dubai and the Gulf region. The ‘Obama’ in the title is of course that guy with the cool talk and cooler walk…What’s more, he has the world holding its collective breath in expectation…
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SPOTLIGHT: In spite of the Gun: Remembering Ken Saro-wiwa, Nigerian Writer and Activist
by Angela Ajayi
Almost fifteen years have passed since writer-activist Ken Saro-wiwa was executed by the Nigerian military government over trumped-up murder charges. But not much has improved for those in the oil-rich Delta region of Nigeria, Saro-wiwa’s homeland. In fact, it has gotten bleaker...
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Column: The Triple Goddess Trials: Goddess of Milk and Honey
by Kim Nagy
In the April Issue of The Atlantic Monthly, Contributing Editor, Hannah Rosin published an article called The Case Against Breastfeeding…. But I worried about the methods through which Rosin chose to prove her point in the article, not by attacking the overarching belief system and business and government policies that are stacked against women and biology, but with her portrayal (and perhaps selective choice) of those who pay the highest price and do the most juggling in the work and family zone–women.
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Interview: Why Paint Women: Up Close and Personal with Bill Mathews
By Katherine Schimmel Baki and Bill Mathews
Consciously or not, the human hand and arms tend toward looping motions, arcs...As anyone who has ever observed children’s drawings knows, those drawings are invariably curvilinear until children reach about the age of 5, when he or she is handed a straight edge or told to “copy" a straight line…Matisse couldn't draw a straight line to save his life, and often resorted to a plumb bob or chalk line to get the job done. His eyes, brain, and hand wanted to go elsewhere.
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Interview: The Blind Faith Hotel: A Conversation with Pamela Todd about Coming of Age on the Prairie
by Jill Sherer Murray
Most recently, The Blind Faith Hotel won the 2009 National Green Earth Book Award for its encouraging nudge towards environmentalism as well as a grant from the Illinois Arts Council. Blind Faith Hotel is about…learning to forgive and move past some of the hard things. In fact, if there’s any one thing I’d like readers to leave with, it’s the idea that people are flawed and still worth loving—that we have to love each other not in spite of our flaws, but with them.
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AIRMAIL: The Desk Jockey: Oh Mayor Bloomberg, There’s No Place Like Home!
by Desk Jockey
Desk Jockey laments over having to travel away from the Big Apple to the “provinces” on business.
I first came to this painful realization of not “blending in,” when I had to take a business trip last winter to our office in Atlanta, Georgia. While I had always associated the Peachtree State with Jimmy Carter and Tammy, I certainly had high hopes that Atlanta, the “New York of the South,” would understand my propensity to speak at machine-gun pace, and drop F-bombs like rose petals...
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Blog: WRR@Large: The Black Mantle of Shame by singer and songwriter, Beata Palya
Women have been stopping me in the streets in Hungary to thank me for my song, How to Give Birth….(lyrics posted in full in earlier blog post) in which I simply proposed in a funny kind of way that women should know and trust their bodies. I find that women in Hungary, women usually - are not encouraged to read the signals of their body, and surely not to dare speak out loud about their feelings, to dare naming the different part of our different organs, especially down there... So we do not have our own words. What we have instead is the black mantle of Shame, which covers up so much of our true words, of our true feelings.
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