literature.sdsu.edu welcomes DIANE ACKERMAN to SDSU

Diane Ackerman Coming to SDSU! Mark Your Calendars! April 20, 2009 @ 6pm in Hardy Tower!

We take our Children's Literature seriously at SDSU!

update for this posting

Not for nothing does SDSU have one of the most prolific and dynamic Children's Literature cohorts on the planet! One of our top lecturers, Dr. Mary Galbraith, forwards this communiqué regarding the devotion of one of our undergraduates. Let's just say he lets Children's Lit get under his skin! Here's Galbraith's missive (with picture!).

Transmitting the Body of Children's Literature:



Max's wild rumpus in Where the Wild Things Are as recently published on the chest of Lance Dela Llana, a student in English 306A (the department's course in Children's Literature for Liberal Studies majors).

Diana Garcia! SDSU Poetry Alumni Sighting!

Emeritus Professor Gennaro Santangelo, 1929-2009 | R.I.P

Literati and Friends in the College of Arts and Letters,

Once again mala Fortuna visits and I am called upon to forward sad tidings.

Professor Emeritus Gennaro A. Santangelo, an outstanding retired member of our faculty has passed away. Santangelo was an amazing mentor to me my first years here on Montezuma Mesa--funny, wise, brilliant, and well-versed in the mysteries of academe. Join me in sharing my condolences to his wife Beth and his entire surviving family. Riposa in pace.

My thanks to Emeritus Professor Federico Moramarco for bringing this to my attention; Fred writes: "Gennaro's the guy who interviewed me at MLA and recommended I be hired at SDSU, so had a pretty large impact on my life."

Please send your pictures, written memories, reminiscences, and the like to me at this address, litchair@mail.sdsu.edu, so that we can honor Professor Santangelo with a memorial on our web site.


William A. Nericcio


Memories of Professor Gennaro Santangelo

Fred Moramarco reading a poem on the occasion of Jerry Santangelo's retirement--also pictured, Bill Rogers and Jerry Farber. Picture courtesy of Carey Wall.

Gennaro Santangelo was the Department's town crier. (Except for the negative and generally feminine connotations of the word, I would call him the department's "Yenta," but he would know I mean that very lovingly.) No one ever knew anything about the department before Jerry knew it, not even the chairs. He had his fingers on the pulse of the university and was a familiar figure in the hallways of the Adams Humanities Building talking to one person or another to one person or another about the latest administrative outrage, and lobbying for what we used to call in more innocent times, "department autonomy." Unlike many faculty members, Jerry loved being at SDSU and conveyed a sense of pride about the department and the university. He and his wife Beth were also the semi-official department host and hostess for many years, holding various gracious and generous parties at their beautiful, art-filled Mt. Helix home. He practiced what we Italians call "convivio," making people feel welcome and comfortable when hosting them. He loved to travel and did so widely, to virtually all parts of the world. He loved to visit museums and galleries and to talk about connections between literature and art, which was the subject of his favorite course. He was a passionate art collector, especially of high quality limited edition prints which he had a special feel for. Over the years he suffered from various physical ailments, and had difficulty walking, but he rarely complained about it, and walking across campus with him at his slow, measured pace, was a kind of revelation. When I did so, I always noticed things I usually breezed right by. Though I saw him rarely recently, I did visit him just a week ago and even though he looked very ill, he remained curious, interested in what I had to say, inquisitive about the department and my family as always, and the same old Jerry underneath his frail and ravaged body. I will miss his presence in the world.

Federico Moramarco
Emeritus Professor
English and Comparative Literature, SDSU

In the fall of 1991, I was one of twenty or so students in the Monday night Introduction to Graduate Studies seminar at SDSU. We were an enthusiastic bunch, eager to engage the work of pursuing a graduate degree. But for all of our gusto, our collective understanding of the realities of life in the academy was, at best, myopic. Fortunately for us, the professor assigned to teach the class was Genarro Santangelo. And one could not hope for a better or more benevolent taskmaster for what lay ahead.

From the moment he walked in the room on the first night (I can still see his purposeful entrance, taking us all in, nodding and smiling genially) he began giving shape to our enthusiasm, making us into the teachers and researchers we would become. The next fifteen weeks would be a series of challenges in learning the finer points of teaching, research and writing. Whether we were navigating the stacks of Love Library in search of an answer to one of his carefully considered research problems or preparing for the daunting task of the in-class presentation, Santangelo sat at the front of the room, Yoda-like, smiling and nodding at our attempts at insight, questioning that which was unclear, encouraging that which showed promise. He was exacting (and at times, demanding) but his standards were always tempered with fairness and kindness, and we learned a great deal that term.

But beyond the course material, Santangelo provided insights into the culture of the profession. Using terms like "expert," "professional" and "colleague," he provided countless examples of just what we had gotten ourselves into. Outside of class he led seminars on applying to doctoral programs and job searches, providing practical anecdotes from his own experiences from a life spent in academia. I fondly remember the class party he and his wife hosted at their home. With the entire seminar seated in the living room, Santangelo held forth on topics as wide ranging as the relationship between art and literature to how the Chargers were faring that season. In these times and others, he gave a sense of our future selves, and with that emerging picture came the lesson of the obligations that came with such aspirations.

His constant reminder that we were all "here to learn" has served me often and well; it is a mantra that I now repeat to my own students, and I cannot repeat it without hearing it in Jerry's voice. I am saddened to hear of his passing, but I am grateful for the good fortune to have had him as a teacher and thankful for the lessons he taught me.

Michael Harper
Professor of English
Mount San Antonio College

Jerry Santangelo was one of my oldest and dearest friends. I first met him in Binghamton, New York, in the mid-1960s, where he was a faculty member and I was a faculty wife and independent (read "unemployed") researcher. At that time I had the pleasure of reading Jerry's doctoral thesis on George Eliot's Romola (which I found marvelous--and told him so).

When I moved to San Diego in 1971, our friendship continued as Jerry and his wife, Beth, welcomed me with generous hospitality. Over the years, as colleagues in the Department of English and Comparative Literature, Jerry and I enjoyed countless hours of schmoozing over coffee or over lunch. Jerry loved discussing a wide range of subjects, including literature and art (about which he was passionately interested and extremely knowledgeable).

We shared a London Semester of teaching, going to plays, and taking field trips in 1988. In our retirement, we--with our spouses--travelled together in Italy and in Mexico.

I treasure memories of our shared adventures, discussions, and friendship--both abroad and at home. I shall miss him terribly.

Elsie McKaskle Marini
(formerly Elsie B. Adams)
Professor Emerita
English and Comparative Literature, SDSU

Jerry Santangelo at his retirement dinner, 1992, the Gaslamp, San Diego--picture courtesy of Carey Wall.

Genarro ("Jerry") Santangelo was, as he was for Fred Moramarco, the SDSU professor who interviewed me at the MLA meeting in NYC, December 1968. A quality that struck me about him even in that first meeting, and continued to impress me through the years I knew him here, was his genuine happiness about his colleague's accomplishments. He was lacking in jealous envy of others' work and rewards, and was glad for them and what they had done. This is, perhaps, sadly, not a virtue as wide-spread in academia as it should be, and made Jerry stand out as a model for me.

Ron Gervais
Professor
English and Comparative Literature, SDSU


Hi, I was a long-time friend of Gerry's, being a fellow philatelist. We'll certainly miss him as he was a fine philatelist as well as a good friend. In 2007, he received an award in Los Angeles, at SESCAL 2007. You might take a look at http://www.sescal.org/fedawd2007.htm for the award presentation speech.

Sincerely,

Jerry Kasper

In Memory of Dave Wallace

Assistant Professor Joseph T. Thomas, Jr., who wrote recently on this blog about his friend and associate David Wallace and David's untimely death (10/4/08), would like to spread the word about Illinois State University's newly instituted David Foster Wallace Memorial Fund.

Illinois State University has created this fund in order to bring to campus writers who will energize and challenge the community, this fund will also periodically have a cash award to honor a graduate or undergraduate student whose writing engages its subject from an original, committed, and humane perspective. Whether poetry, fiction, non-fiction, drama, or a hybrid combination, the award winning work should be an articulate and thought-provoking text that pushes a paradigm, extending rather than following traditional genre expectations. The award winning entry shall be selected by a committee appointed by the English Department Chair and consisting of that Chair, at least two English Department faculty members, and at least one member of the community at large. Although submissions for the award will be solicited annually, the award will be given only when the committee determines that an entry satisfies the criteria listed above and thereby exemplifies the spirit of David Foster Wallace's work.

Tax deductible donations may be mailed to Illinois State University Foundation, Box 8000, Normal, IL 61790-8000. Checks should be made to ISU Foundation, David Foster Wallace Memorial Fund. Donations may also be made on-line at <http://www.development.ilstu.edu/credit/credit.phtml?id=8000>. Gifts should be designated as restricted to the David Foster Wallace Memorial Fund. David was a member of the English Department faculty at Illinois State University from 1993-2002. During his productive years at ISU, he completed Infinite Jest, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, and Brief Interviews with Hideous Men.

Come see Christina Rivera-Garza at SDSU March 24th @ 8:00 am!

One of Mexico's foremost writers of fiction, Christina Rivera-Garza will be at SDSU for a lecture, reading, and signing of her book No One Will See Me Cry. A professor of writing at UCSD, Garza's works have been translated into English, Italian, Portuguese, German and Korean. To learn more about Christina Rivera Garza, visit her blog at http://www.cristinariveragarza.blogspot.com/.

CRISTINA RIVERA GARZA

LECTURE READING SIGNING

No One Will See Me Cry and More...

West Commons 220

8 am; Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Open to the public. Seating is limited.

Ilya Kaminsky Shares His Poetry With Amherst College

On Thursday, March 5 SDSU creative writing professor Ilya Kaminsky was invited to read from his poetry at the Center for Russian Culture on the campus of Amherst College. In promoting this event, Amherst College's Creative Writing Center and the Department of Russian (sponsors of the event) reminded us that when Kaminsky was awarded with a Metcalf Award, the American Academy of Arts and Letters wrote, “With his magical style in English, poems in [Kaminsky’s collection] Dancing In Odessa seem like a literary counterpart to Chagall in which laws of gravity have been suspended and colors reassigned, but only to make everyday reality that much more indelible.”

Screening Update of Kendricks' Film "Beholder"

Kendricks'short film, "Beholder" which he co-directed and co-photographed with an artist-friend Jim Cavolt will be screened at the San Diego Latino Film Festival. "Beholder" screens on Saturday, March 14 at 12:30 p.m. in the "Cine Mujer" program on Screen one, and Wednesday, March 18 at 6:30 p.m. in the "Frontera Filmmakers" program on Screen one. Make sure to note these dates on your calendars!

A New Installment to Kendricks' Photo Ops in Union Tribune

As reported here earlier, filmmaker, artist, photographer, writer, Film Curator of the Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego and SDSU lecturer Neil Kendricks has been commissioned to write a new column, PHOTO OPS for the San Diego Union-Tribune. The column Kendricks describes it as "what I hope will be a comprehensive and engaging column for photographers and artists, photography enthusiasts and general readers alike, who share a passion for delving into the best and most innovative new volumes focused on photography-oriented issues coming from such respected publishers as Aperture, among others."

In the Photo Ops second instalment entitled "Star Search", Kendricks reviews various coffee table volumes of celebrity portraiture. In this review, Kendricks will not only direct you towards a wise purchase, but he also explains the subtle distinctions that separates a photographer like Rollingstone's Mark Seliger (whose work Kendricks finds is "too carefully composed, too wary to let chance enter into the frame" from Annie Leibovitz, who "is far more versatile when it comes to shaping celebrity portraits."

SDSU Alumni Greg Gutierrez Talks Zen, Surfing, and Nostalgia

Congratulations go out to Greg Gutierrez for his new book Zen and the Art of Surfing: A Collection of Short Stories. Go pick it up! For ordering information and to check out Greg's original artwork, visit him online at http://www.greggutierrez.com/.

SDSU Lit Superstar Rachel Van Wormer in the NEWS!

Hats off to our brilliant lecturer, Dr. John Granger, for tipping us to this posting from The Union Tribune, the local fishwrap.