![]() Writers and Readers Symposium Coming Soon to St. Francisville, LA As 2015 dawns, St. Francisville steps into the future with a number of improvements, from the grand new library and prospects of a commodious new hospital to several much anticipated new restaurants and shops. But location scouts have long appreciated the little town’s ability to step BACK in time, the many preserved historic structures making it possible to throw some dirt on the streets and…voila!…it’s the 19th century. Residents deal daily with this dichotomy, the delicate balance of preservation and progress, recognizing that the present and hopes for a financially stable future are of necessity firmly grounded in the past, built upon history. Town founders had forethought and high hopes, laying out side streets with optimistic names like Prosperity and Progress. As that old Greek proverb proclaimed, “A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.” Abigail Padgett’s latest book is An Unremembered Grave. A resident of San Diego who has visited St. Francisville over many years, Padgett was struck by a 1990s photograph showing excavations through the striated strata of Angola’s Tunica Hills. At the lowest level of a dirt pit cut deep into the loess soil, LSU paleontologists were shown examining mammoth bones, while at the very top ground-level layer, archaeologists and prison staff in the same photograph examined newly uncovered skeletal remains of an unidentified 19th-century burial. Considering these layered connections, a single photograph linking time periods from prehistoric creatures through Native Americans and antebellum plantations to the present correctional facility, award-winning mystery writer Padgett has woven an imaginative web of intrigue involving a prescient history professor, a spooky Louisiana plantation, an innocent prisoner, an ancient slave-made quilt. And, oh yes, a charming vampire with a plausible explanation for these entwined moments of time, whose slumber under the oppressive weight of history was interrupted atop that loessial bluff on Angola, the vampire whose blood-thirst was essential to pass along the eternal stories, the immutable history of the race and the currents of collective memory coursing through the veins of living creatures. Sexton says his Creole book “isn’t about home decorating—or pretty architecture, or even about city planning, although I think it addresses those interests. It’s my attempt to sum up an outlook—and a culture—that feels Creole to me. I’m drawn to places that accept accidents and decay, that put the past to fresh uses, that proceed by trial and error and keep things that work even if they don’t fit the rules.” As Sexton, who has lived in New Orleans since 1991, explains in an interview with Chris Waddington of nola.com, “I don’t just celebrate the past. I’m looking to see how the past can help us get to the future.” She found Louisiana a poet’s dream, “a wonderful place to write poetry about. It has exotic weather, all sorts of ethnic groups and fabulous music. It’s sensory.” And yet, she finds inspiration in family dynamics across the generations as well. Her most recent book is titled Eldest Daughter, in which LSU Press says the poet combines the sensory and the spiritual in wild verbal fireworks. “Concrete descriptions of a woman’s life in the mid-20th-century American South mix with wider concerns about family lies and truths, and culture that supports or forbids clear speech. Haymon’s poems encourage us to revel in the natural world and enjoy its delights, as well as to confront the hard truths that would keep us from doing so.” Also inspired by family dynamics in the South is Moira Crone, respected New Orleans novelist and short story writer. Called one of the best American writers, Crone attended University of North Carolina and Smith College, then studied writing at Johns Hopkins. After moving to Louisiana, she directed the MFA Program in Creative Writing at LSU in Baton Rouge before relocating to New Orleans with her husband, writer Rodger Kamenetz. When she received the Robert Penn Warren Award for Fiction from the Fellowship of Southern Writers for the body of her work, it was said that her interest in things spiritual “has led her work to be wittily described as ‘Southern Gnostic.’ In books like What Gets Into Us, Period of Confinement, and Dream State, Crone charts a zone of family resemblance and family claustrophobia. Her work can be hilarious in dealing with contemporary moral relativism. She is a fable maker with a musical ear, a plentitude of nerve, and an epic heart for her beleaguered, if often witty characters.” Tickets to the Writers and Readers Symposium, including lunch with these authors and a juried exhibit of photographs linked to literature, may be purchased at www.brownpapertickets.com ( OLLI members can sign up through LSU); January tickets are $40, February $50, at the door $60. Seating is limited. Thanks to the Town of St. Francisville, this program is supported in part by a grant from the Louisiana Division of the Arts, Office of Cultural Development, Department of Culture, Recreation and Tourism, in cooperation with the Louisiana State Arts Council, and as administered by the Arts Council of Greater Baton Rouge. Funding has also been provided by Entergy and the National Endowment for the Arts, a federal agency. Located on US Highway 61 on the Mississippi River between Baton Rouge, LA, and The nearby Tunica Hills region offers unmatched recreational activities in its unspoiled wilderness areas—hiking, biking, birding, photography, hunting. There are unique art galleries plus specialty and antiques shops, many in restored historic structures, and some nice restaurants throughout the St. Francisville area serving everything from ethnic cuisine to seafood and classic Louisiana favorites. For overnight stays, the area offers some of the state’s most popular Bed & Breakfasts, including historic plantations, lakeside clubhouses and beautiful townhouses right in the middle of St. Francisville’s extensive National Register-listed historic district, and there are also modern motel accommodations for large bus groups. |
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 13 January 2015 ) |
Congratulations on this honor, Abbie. You minimized what you were doing there. Should be a great time. I assume you will mention Doug? And all the time you spent there. This is an amazingly well-written press release. You must have had a hand in it! I’m going to Shreveport in June for another edition of what the regional arts council there calls Critical Mass. And just to set the record straight, the Louisiana poet laureate (former) I got to know there last year was Julie Kane. I’m looking forward to it. Anne Marie Welsh, Writer, Editor, Book Doctor http://www.annemariewelsh.com/ 858.456.5205 To help your writing flow. . .
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The amazingly good writer of the text was Anne Butler, not me! And I rather doubt I’ll mention Doug, although gee, why did I spend 20 years running down to Louisiana? I’ll leave it a mystery.
Excited to see that Moira Crone’s husband is also a wonderful author, Rodger Kamenetz. His “The Jew in the Lotus” is about a meeting between rabbis and the Dalai Lama, who wanted to know how Judaism had been preserved during years without a homeland. Abbie, the one you’d enjoy is “Burnt Books,” where he finds powerful connections between Franz Kafka and the 19th century Hasidic sage Rabbi Nachman of Bratzlav, who taught by telling stories. One amazing parallel: both men asked that their unpublished writings be burned when they died. I’ll lend it to you if you’re interested.
Interesting! If Kamenetz is there I’ll convey your enthusiasm for his work. And the annals of writing burned before the writer’s death would probably rearrange the foundations of consensual reality. All that’s left unsaid, unclear, unpolished,uncanny. One has to wonder at the near-universal inclination to do that, to destroy those still-swarming, unfinished ideas. As if any conclusion were ever true. Love to read the one about Kafka and the Hassidic sage!
I just ran across a review of “Weep for the Living” with you as co-author. I don’t remember your mentioning it.
The author, Anne Butler, is a close friend, but neither of us has any idea how that glitch happened. I didn’t co-author or have anything at all to do with WEEP FOR THE LIVING except for reading and loving it. There are, apparently, odd mistakes like this that are set in stone, nearly impossible to correct. The mysteries of the digital age!