Reviews for Constitution-types in delinquency

The average rating for Constitution-types in delinquency based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2017-09-08 00:00:00 Stacey Patterson I have read Lombroso in Italian, where in the late 19C he analyzed faces and heads for "criminal types"; I recall notating many, eventually concluding that murderers often appear good-lucking. I urged that the actor who played John-Boy Walton should play murderers. I first met Mary Gibson in 1979 when we were both colleagues in one of the last yearlong postdoctoral seminars the NEH ran: this one, on Renaissance Italian Popular Culture with Prof Tony Molho, History Chair at Brown Univ. Dr Gibson had already published her seminal work on legalized, and regulated, prostitution in Italy. Our seminar met at the Anne Marie Brown Library, which houses the burial vault of its namer, and back then, many fine rare books and incunabula. Each member of the seminar also had a carrel in the Rock (efeller) Library. Impressive group: besides Mary, Borden Painter who went on to Dean and President of Trinity College, Hartford, and Chuck Rosenberg, Art Historian at Notre Dame, Dan Lesnick, Historian at U Alabama until he retired early to lead Italian tours, and historian John Dahmus at a Texas College. My last colleague, who like me taught at a community college— but one across the continent, in Oakland— put me to shame with his multi-lingualism, Fernando.

Review # 2 was written on 2017-11-27 00:00:00 Phillip Kelly I enjoy Abbey’s libertarian spirit, to a degree. As in his other writings, Abbey experiences his freedom, in part, by tossing his wine bottle “high in the air” to hear “it crash on the rocks,” by tossing his beer can near Ayers Rock, by tossing another beer can into Lake Powell, and by leaving his calling card “in a peanut jar (my peanut jar) on [a] summit.” This seems self-indulgent. Elsewhere, Abbey calls the chuckwalla a stupid lizard and refers to a great blue heron as “not too bright,” which seems at odds with his statements that “all the creatures great and small” are part of a greater whole, but each an individual as well, one and unique…” and that “even a rock has being.” He pops off on this and that with his political opinions. He espouses gun libertarianism (to protect us against “the government”) and says that in this predator-prey world “the moralistic vegetarian is a hypocrite,” as if it’s wrong to not impose suffering if we have a choice not to do so. Abbey says he is a “feeler, not a thinker”and that’s why he’s fun to read. Alone, at a remote point in the canyons, he pulls out his flute to “play a little desert music. Improvised music: a song for any coyotes that may be listening, a song for the river and the great canyon, a song for the sky, a song for the setting sun. Doing only what is proper and necessary. I stop; we listen to the echoes floating back. I write ‘we’ because, in the company of the other nearby living things – lizards, ravens, snakes, bushes, grass weeds – I do not feel myself to be alone.” And then he writes, “Every time I go anywhere out in the desert or mountains I wonder why I should return. Someday I won’t.” Given his death and the whereabouts of his body, that statement was prophetic.