In Paradise Lost, Milton describes Satan’s army of fallen angels as engaging in swarm behaviors: “As bees / In spring-time,” upon their summoning the unholy host “Thick swarmed, both on the ground and in the air, / Brushed with the hiss of rustling wings.” By the 18th century, the supernatural ensemble of an epic — […]
Nicholas Dolan
Book Review: ‘Labyrinths’ by Christopher Okigbo
The Iowa Writers’ Workshop and the University of Iowa’s International Writing Program (IWP) have long brought writers of international stature to the Greatest Small City for the Arts. Many of these writers are Nigerian, and include recent workshop graduates Adedayo Agarau and Romeo Oriogun, recent IWP participant Wana Udobang, and (through the School of Journalism […]
Book Review: ‘Meatpacking America’ by Kristy Nabhan-Warren
In the popular imagination, the small-town Midwest exists in a state of fixed, unchanging idyll, in which people who have always lived there and always will pass on to their children the rural values and traditions they themselves inherited. For some, often on the political right, these values are hard work, temperance of spirit and […]
‘We were meant to suffer together’: Iowa City to celebrate Dostoevsky’s 200th through his last, epic novel
On March 13, 2020, five days after the first confirmed COVID-19 cases in Iowa, Anna Barker texted UNESCO City of Literature director John Kenyon, with her trademark triple-exclamatory enthusiasm: “Call me call me call me!!! I have an AMAZING quarantine book idea!!!” Barker, a professor of Russian literature at the University of Iowa with a […]
Learning to love ‘Iowa’s ugliest building’
The English-Philosophy Building at the University of Iowa is, you will note upon entry, old. It is not old in the way a faraway Romanian village is old (solitary, self-sustaining); nor old in the way the Electoral College is old (baffling, malevolent); least of all in the way Meryl Streep is old (eternal, unfading). The EPB is the old of the ungraceful elderly.
‘Bright Radical Star’: When John Brown came to Iowa
Halfway to Springdale, Iowa — a town about 15 miles east of Iowa City — on a snow-laden December evening in 1857, Owen Brown decided to journal. “Very cold night,” he wrote, “prairie wolves howl nobly.” He recounted the “hot discussion” had on the road that day: about the Bible, war, racial prejudice and abolition […]

