A large volume of photographs from the TASS archives made it clear to me that this summer would be spent cutting up the Soviet Union. Then I found a book on "the purge" and more on the verge that crossed my youth--"missile" was a word I learned in second grade.
All I needed was a place to lie my parings.
I spent an afternoon in a Ventura book barn looking for a repository.
At last I selected an especially unctuous book on Norman Rockwell, put together by Guideposts, subtitled Faith in America.
I remember there was always a stack of Guideposts magazine in my grandparents's w.c., something to pass the . . .
time. And my grandfather once published a little article in its pages.
They specialized in miracles.
Souls in revolution.
But there was more than a touch of Stalin behind the apple cheeks of Rockwell's America.
And there is more of this bibliolage on The Creaky Shelf.