University of Iowa legend Willard L. “Sandy” Boyd is a proud middle westerner. His decades of service to the university began in 1954, when he arrived as a law professor. He later became president of the University of Iowa from 1969 to 1981, and led the school through times that were fraught not just for the university but for the country. During the intense polarization of the late sixties and early seventies, Sandy’s compassion and steady leadership ensured that dissent on campus would be honored and would not stop the university’s educational mission. He quickly became admired, not simply for his professional achievements but also for his personal integrity. His memoir, interspersed with personal wisdom gleaned over more than six decades of service and leadership, encapsulates Sandy’s shrewd yet optimistic view of the public university as an institution. At every stage in his life—in the U.S. Navy during World War II, while practicing law or teaching, and in leadership positions at Chicago’s Field Museum and the University of Iowa— Sandy relied on his principles of open disclosure, inclusiveness, and respect for differences to guide him on issues that matter. This chronicle of Sandy’s experiences throughout his life shows us the evolution both of the University of Iowa and of the nation writ large. More importantly, this book gives us a lens through which to examine our present situation, whether debating free speech on campus, the role of the arts and humanities in civil society, or the importance of funding for educational and cultural institutions.

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From the time of the gold rush to the election of the first woman to the U.S. Congress, Wanton West brings to life the women of the West's wildest region: Montana, famous for its lawlessness, boomtowns, and America's largest red-light districts. Prostitutes and entrepreneurs--like Chicago Joe, Madame Mustache, and Highkicker—flocked to Montana to make their own money, gamble, drink, and raise hell just like men. Moralists wrote them off as “soiled doves,” yet a surprising number prospered, flaunting their freedom and banking ten times more than their “respectable” sisters. A lively read providing new insights into women's struggle for equality, Wanton West is a refreshingly objective exploration of a freewheeling society and a re-creation of an unforgettable era in history.

The Ninth Decade is a path-breaking and timely book on aging: the first to focus explicitly and at length on eighty-somethings, the fastest-growing demographic in the industrialized world. Covering eight years in lively six-month installments, Klaus tells a vivid story not only of his own ninth decade and survival routines, but also of his loving companion, Jackie, who is strikingly different from him in her physical well-being, practical outlook, sociable temperament, and vigorous workouts. Cameos of their octogenarian friends and relatives near and far add to a wide-ranging and revelatory portrayal of advanced aging, as do bios of notable octogenarians. The multi-year scope of his chronicle reveals the numerous physical and mental problems that arise during octogenarian life and how eighty-year-olds have dealt with those challenges. The Ninth Decade is a unique, first-hand source of information for anyone in their sixties, seventies, or eighties, as well as for persons devoted to care of the aged. Though the challenges of octogenarian life often require specialized care, The Ninth Decade also shows the pleasures of it to be so special as to have inspired Lillian Hellman’s paradoxical description of “longer life” as “the happy problem of our time.”

It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes above me were already purple, and theforest leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air was soft, and the golden bars of sunflickered down on the work in my lap through the laced branches of the trellis. The workwas but a pretense, for I had fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur Cassion whowas still urging my uncle to accompany him on his journey into the wilderness. They sat inthe great room before the fireplace, drinking, and I had heard enough already to tell methere was treachery on foot against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was nothing to me, agirl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet I had not forgotten the day, three years before, when this La Salle, with others of his company, had halted 2 before the Ursuline convent, and the sisters bade them welcome for the night. 'Twas my part to help serve, and he hadstroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung to them, and watched his face in the firelight ashe listened. Never would I forget that face, nor believe evil of such a man. No! not from thelips of Cassion nor even from the governor, La Barre.I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence, pretending to work, how we watched themembark in their canoes and disappear, the Indian paddlers bending to their task, andMonsieur la Salle, standing, bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the darkface of one they called De Tonty, and in the first boat a mere boy lifted his ragged hat. Iknow not why, but the memory of that lad was clearer than all those others, for he had metme in the hall and we had talked long in the great window ere the sister came, and took meaway. So I remembered him, and his name, Rene de Artigny. And in all those years I heardno more. Into the black wilderness they swept and were lost to those of us at home in NewFranc