"Notes on Fishing was Sergei Aksakov's first book, and Russia's first angling treatise. Notes, which has been compared to Izaak Walton's The Compleat Angler, presents a Russian gentleman's affectionate observations on the fishing tackle, angling techniques, and fish species he came to know during five decades of adventure-filled fishing in the vast Russian steppe and environs of Moscow." "Notes on Fishing, however, goes beyond more discourse on angling; it offers a rich multitude of viewpoints: philosophical, literary, linguistic, ethnographic, biological, and conservationist. Aksakov has imbued his notes with a deep fondness for the Russian land and an expertly conveyed atmosphere of personal and national nostalgia." --Book Jacket.

First Published in 1998. This volume will surely be regarded as the standard guide to Russian literature for some considerable time to come... It is therefore confidently recommended for addition to reference libraries, be they academic or public.

First published in 2001. This is the first substantial reference work in English on the various forms that constitute "life writing." As this term suggests, the Encyclopedia explores not only autobiography and biography proper, but also letters, diaries, memoirs, family histories, case histories, and other ways in which individual lives have been recorded and structured. It includes entries on genres and subgenres, national and regional traditions from around the world, and important auto-biographical writers, as well as articles on related areas such as oral history, anthropology, testimonies, and the representation of life stories in non-verbal art forms.

Winner of the Minnesota Book Award for Poetry, 1995 "To imagine what it means to be another human being is an act of love. These are poems written by a great lover of the world. Everything in it that stands alone, unobserved, and luminous. Solitary people with their solitary destinies...If there's a native, archetypical American solitude, Louis Jenkins has given us its flavor."--Charles Simic,The Boston Review