The Commuter: October 2022

BEYOND THE CLASSROOM: Dr. Ramycia McGhee

CLAY, METAL AND TRUST

Chinook Hall’s Debut Art Exhibit

WHERE [BAD] DREAMS COME TRUE Gallery of Salem Haunted House

CONTENTS BEYOND THE CLASSROOM: Dr. Ramycia McGhee

THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL NANOWRIMO

CLAY, METAL AND TRUST

Chinook Hall’s Debut Art Exhibit

SPORTS

Q&A with LB’s Shalyn Gray

WRITING ON THE WALL Student Poetry

WHERE [BAD] DREAMS COME TRUE Gallery of Salem Haunted House

SEE, HEAR, AND SPEAK SOME EVIL The Boatman’s Daughter

STEVEN’S REVIEWS

Turtle Power Recharged

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Leah Biesack

DESIGN EDITOR Kailyn McQuisten

SPORTS EDITOR Carsyn Meyers

ARTS & LIT EDITOR

STAFF CONTRIBUTORS Brenda Autry Elijah Benson Rebekah Bond Josh Candé Lisa Hoogesteger Kailey Legier

Codi Wood

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WEB EDITOR Carolina Salles

REVIEWS Steven Pryor

ADVISOR

Rob Priewe

MARKETING DIRECTOR Ryan Janowitz

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cover illustration by KAILYN MCQUISTEN

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e are knee-deep into October, the year’s mile-marker that signifies a sweet spot — free from Summer’s wild and sweaty grasp, but not quite immobilized under Winter’s deep, dark spell. The school term hasn’t reached its peak stress level just yet (though we see it coming around the bend), and, of course, the aesthetics of autumn are undoubtedly the glue that keeps this country from crumbling to dust. This dreamy month also comes fully equipped with its spooky counterpart.

With a little more chill in the air, and a lot less light to be seen, October shows its creepy, seedy side, and the masses are more than attracted. What is it about fear that’s so magnetic? We’re willing to pay for it, and we’ll also avoid it at all costs. We love you, we hate you. We want to be near you, stay away from us. Our relationship with fear? It’s complicated.

As kids, we’re told “don’t be scared,” and that “there’s nothing to be afraid of.” (Clearly our parents had no qualms about ending sentences with prepositions, which, frankly, is terrifying in and of itself.) But fear doesn’t get assuaged that way. It’s stickier, seeps in a little deeper, doesn’t often budge for reason and rationale. So is there a way to mitigate it? Do we want to operate without fear, or is it in fact useful? I’ve been thinking about this a lot the past few months, having spent the summer in Baltimore doing a fellowship program where fears were arising in spades. Prior to my arrival, I felt confident, qualified, and ready for a challenge. Day 1 in that classroom and I was riddled with imposter syndrome. And guess what? Day 15 was no different.

I kept trying to talk myself out of being scared. Being scared of not sounding smart, being scared of having nothing worthwhile to contribute, being scared of not being right. How could I be feeling those things now?

Didn’t I work through those insecurities years ago? And how could I be feeling those things even though I was a decade-plus older than my cohorts? Turns out fear doesn’t have a timeline, nor an age limit. After three weeks of going to that gorgeous campus every day while feeling all shades of uncomfortable, I realized that fear wasn’t going to be fought. I could insist beyond breath, but for these weeks and this experience, fear was signed up and a punctual participant. So I changed my

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I decided to accept that I didn’t need to get comfortable before really diving into the program, that I didn’t even need to understand every aspect of the program itself before putting in the effort (see: fear of the unknown, fear of not doing something correctly).

So I just showed up. I took fear with me, let her sit in on everything I was doing, and kept doing it anyway.

Plenty of times I didn’t want to. More than once I daydreamed about opting out. Then, after crafting a potential escape plan, I would think, “Fine. Let’s just feel really uncomfortable for a bit and no one will die and cherry Pop-Tarts will still exist and they’ll never get rid of Seinfeld re-runs.” So I would, and no one did, and they still do, and they never will.

This might be your first year of college. It might even be your first time away from the comforts of high school, the comforts of your home town, of the much more familiar routine and faces and classrooms of last year.

Maybe this is your first time back to academia after a lengthy hiatus. Maybe you’re navigating student life as a parent. Maybe you don’t know if you can make it through the term. Maybe you wonder if school is even for you. These fears sound right on point. I won’t tell you to get rid of them (no one listens to me, anyways).

I will suggest just keep showing up. Everyone within these halls is carrying their own scary stuff, so you’re in the finest of company. That icky feeling is temporary, and that temporary discomfort is going to lead to a growth that has staying power. I promise. Welcome to Spooky Season, Roadrunners.

Leah Biesack Editor-in-Chief

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classroom: Dr. Ramycia McGhee words by LEAH BIESACK

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t’s easy for us as students to view our instructors solely and brought it not only to the forefront of our classrooms, but as educators rather than their full, individual selves, the to our surrounding community, as well. Even though Chicago ones who don other hats and take on other roles outside is home, McGhee has firmly planted her professional roots here of campus. And that makes sense — we’re in their classes in Albany, and happily so. “Oregon has been good to me, since to learn from their subject expertise. The reality, however, is I moved it’s been nothing but great things and blessings.” As Dr. that all the identities our professors assume are integral and M continues to build and grow outside of her role as educator, intertwined to the identity of which we know them best. Dr. she has now displayed one of her other hats as she throws it into Ramycia McGhee, professor at Linn-Benton Community the ring, running for city council of Albany. With the slogan College, is an English Department staple, teaching student “Activate Albany!,” this campaign is her latest challenge, but favorites such as African American Literature, as well as Intro to McGhee isn’t one to shy away from a learning opportunity. “I Poetry. Students know her fondly as Dr. M, and while she is an am a student in my heart. I’m always learning.” Stars — they’re educator to our student body, the facets of her identity extend just like us.

McGhee shows up as a force. Strong while approachable. beyond her professorship.

McGhee originally hails from Chicago, having done Direct in her confidence, while kind in her connection and her undergrad, masters, and doctorate all in Midwestern delivery. In light of this spooky time of year, I wondered what universities. When asked about pride, specifically hometown fears she may carry, if any, and how she navigated them, if they pride, she said, “The pride of Chicago will always be with me were useful. McGhee explained how she still feels nerves on that and in my heart, and I think people know that right off the first day of class, and how she considers it beneficial.

“I still get very nervous and I think that’s a good thing. I bat — the way I talk about my city, the way I talk about myself, the way I talk about where I grew up. That will never leave.” We think anytime you get too comfortable in something, you’re not growing. And I am constantly spoke about how finding those growing as a professional, as places and spaces outside of “I think anytime you get an educational practitioner, our original homes, the ones as a person, as a mentor, as a that feel like a solid fit, like a woman, as a black woman, place to be repotted with little navigating these different recoil, is a rare thing. We are in something, you’re not growing.” spaces, I’m constantly growing.” constantly changing, seasons McGhee mentioned are reliably changing, even the restaurant downtown seemingly flips the switch every nine how she holds some fear about how she’ll be perceived in months. It’s no wonder it can feel like a Haley’s Comet-type the classroom. “I’m a black woman in a very white space. occasion when we land somewhere and it feels just right, right Unfortunately we live in a time where racism is at an all-time high and it’s okay to be that way.” When we take these courses now. But as Dr. M says, “Timing is everything.”

We’ve heard this before, likely read it on bumper stickers, each term, we spend 10 weeks with peers who start out as but to live it, and to see others live it solidifies its true weight. strangers. We open up about ourselves, we sift through weighty When asked if her academic route went just as planned, or if material, we learn how to discuss and debate the often harsh there was a point where she had to pivot, Dr. McGhee said, “It realities of our individual and collective worlds. These waters wasn’t my educational path, it was my career path that changed. can be rewarding, but wading through them often summons I wanted to be a journalist.” With both an undergrad and a our fear straight to the surface. And this can send us straight master’s in journalism, professorship wasn’t on the career path into discomfort. Acknowledging this fear and the outcome on just yet. In fact, it was radio on which McGhee had had her the other side, McGhee says, “It really is productive to sit in our heart first set. McGhee interned at a radio station, and hosted a uncomfortable selves. Every experience is not going to be in radio show in college. For all intents and purposes, she thought your comfort zone.” she was exactly where she needed to be, to get exactly where Growth is the goal, and fear helps fuel the climb to she thought she was headed. And in a way, she was. She just that goal. Dr. Ramycia McGhee exhibits that, in fact, we can didn’t see what was around the bend. McGhee spent a year change career paths two-thirds of the way through. We can in AmeriCorps before diving into the job hunt when a friend leave our longtime homes to create new ones that correlate offered an opportunity to work for City College in Chicago. with new chapters. We can throw ourselves into uncertain When McGhee took her up on the offer, it suddenly all clicked spaces with unfamiliar people. And we can, and should, let into place; “I instantly fell in love with teaching. I said, ‘I can do it feel uncomfortable. From there, the magic happens. It led McGhee to the home of a classroom, to a position she holds in this.’ And never looked back.” Talk about timing.

Flash forward and Dr. McGhee has taken her hometown the highest regards. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Teaching pride, her Midwestern education, and her journalism training is the best gig.”

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t the risk of not living in the moment, November is upon us! And while that can mean a multitude of things (heavier rains, my nephew’s birthday, lots of squash dishes on menus), one of the most notable is NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month is an initiative that’s been around over two decades, encouraging anyone with the desire to write to harness their creativity in a structured and community-driven online environment. The proposed challenge? To churn out 50,000 words of a novel in the thirty days of November. And while the old adage of not rushing greatness can stand, there is something to be said for mile-markers giving greatness the little push it may need.

NaNoWriMo, now a nonprofit organization, offers free membership to their online community where they provide progresstracking, community connection with other writers, as well as access to events which are designed to help you meet your literary goals.

The NaNoWriMo site provides all the tools to get you to your page count. All you need to do is show up with your writing utensil of choice.

Feel like you might need more than just the online support for such a daunting challenge? Now would be a great time to check out The Writing Center, newly located within the campus library! Director Chessie Alberti and staff are there to meet any and all writers at their respective levels, with whatever project or assignment they’re working on, school-related or not. (It’s also worth noting that this is a new location for The Writing Center and it is looking fresh to death in there.) Another great option to connect and write in person with other like-minded individuals is at The Creative Writing Club. Along with weekly meetings where student writers do both collaborative projects and individual pieces, the club and its founders Dio Morales and Chessie Alberti are there to support, encourage, and provide feedback to any writers looking for that outlet.

A fear I had (and maybe still have) was that of starting big things at the risk of not finishing them. So to avoid the scary concept, I just wouldn’t start them at all. Instead, feel free to still be scared about it, but know that if and when you show up anyway, you’ll be met with so much support and knowledge and connection.

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The Writing Center is available in person Monday–Thursday at 9–4 located in the Albany Campus Library.

Alternatively, people can schedule an appointment online by scanning the QR code!

The Creative Writing Club meets from 3–4 on on Tuesdays in NSH 106, as well as over Zoom. Scan the QR code to the left to join in!

Password: writing

Want to learn more about NaNoWriMo? Scan this QR code (one more time!) to visit their website, learn more, and sign up!

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trust clay, metal, and

words by CODI WOOD photo courtesy of JIM BIRKEN

▲ Renee McKitterick and Marc Rose pose with a scuplture in front of the Benton Center.

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he recently opened Chinook Hall, a new building associated with The Benton Center in Corvallis, just unveiled three new art sculptures. Resting right in front of the campus doors, they are seamlessly blended into the landscape - calm, imposing, and curious.

Along with the three fixtures that form a sort of circle, there is ample seating space. The result is like a gathering around an invisible campfire.

As I walked into the campus to interview Jim Birken, the planned giving manager of LBCC and one of the people responsible for gathering the funding for these pieces, I was instantly intrigued by the sculptures. I noticed the soft curves of the ceramic aspects and the harsh lines of the metal frames. The gentle swoops laying within each piece reminded me of crescent moons. I wondered if I could sit in the middle of the sculpture, it looked nearly like a chair.

McKitterick later told me that her friend’s 7-yearold son thought the same thing and, instead of simply wondering, decided to test it out. He spent opening night of the art unveiling sitting in the middle of one of the smaller sculptures, enveloped in the moon’s caring presence.

That, right there – taking a minute to breathe, to sit, to rest, to trade stories, and to converse – was the goal of Renee McKitterick and Marc Rose, the two LBCC faculty members 8

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McKitterick is one of the visual arts staff, a professor of art and ceramics. Her ceramic prowess is on full display in the pieces. Even after talking to her and thinking more about the sculptures, I have no clue how she yielded such vibrant tile colors. They seem to glow, as if illuminated by both the crescent moons they rest on and within the warm shadows cast from the sun. Resting in front of the building unobstructed by trees, the exhibit isn’t at all starved for natural lighting. Marc Rose is a welding department co-chair. He’s dedicated to teaching students the mechanics of welding and setting them up for success in the trade. I know nothing about metalwork, and yet, the stature of these pieces and their jarring but smooth lines spoke undoubtedly of seasoned talent. With the funding for the project partially covered by the Siletz Indians Charitable Fund, the project was imprinted with the joy of invention.

Rose and McKitterick’s creative partnership was vital in the creation of the pieces. When I spoke to both of them, they spoke fondly of the trust they had between them. They’ve been friends for 8 years, meeting each other after being hired at LBCC at the same time. They even have had experience partnering up creatively when their students combined to create another

sculpture at the Albany Main Campus. Trust seems to be the key in this project, unlocking the chasm of imagination, and of innovation.

McKitterick spoke on both what she learned and focused on during the 2-year creative process.

“Trusting myself and my collaborator that whole time knowing that I don’t have to have every answer the whole way. We will come to that answer…” They trusted each other. They trusted the creative process. They trusted things would work out. Rose emphasized that point, saying, “That’s kind of how I approach most anything: It’s going to work out and if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. And if it doesn’t, who is gonna know?”

Art is intrinsic to human nature, to the desire to create, to share, to connect. For millennia, artists have united people, which has led to implored conversation, thought, and relationships. They have confronted the scale of what it means to be human - the heartbreak, the joy, the wonders, the fear – all through their work.

Artists use art as a medium to face the world and to facilitate connection between humans.

The desire to fuel connection is central to the Chinook Hall Sculpture project. The whole point of art, according to Renee McKitterick, “is that everyone sees and experiences it in their own way.”

WINNING A CHAMPIONSHIP, words by CARSYN MEYERS photo by JUSTIN LAMB

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he ball slowly rolled across the top of the net for what seemed like an eternity, and in many ways it was. The Linn-Benton Volleyball program hadn’t won a championship in its 46-year existence. Multiple Final-16 appearances, four Final Four appearances, and two crushing championship game losses.

The ball finally dropped, but this time on the opposing side. In the middle of it all was LinnBenton superstar, and 2021 NWAC Volleyball Player of the Year, Shalyn Gray. Throwing her hands into the air, Gray celebrated in a mosh pit of her teammates as they rushed the court.

At the end of the 2021 volleyball season, the Linn-Benton Roadrunners raised their first championship trophy.

Growing up in the small town of Myrtle Creek, Oregon about an hour south of Eugene, Shalyn surrounded her life with sports. A threesport athlete, she played volleyball, basketball, and softball at South Umpqua High School all under the coaching of her family. Off the court Gray is an aunt, a sister, and, “a huge Marvel nerd.” Linn-Benton Head Coach Jayme Frazier defined her as resilient, a hard-worker, and someone who leads by example.

Now in 2022, the Roadrunners sit in the middle of another historic season with a record of 21-1. Gray gives a glimpse of trying to win another championship, her fears as an individual, and how sports have taught her that it’s okay to fail.

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE LINN-BENTON?

I chose Linn-Benton because it’s a great school, first of all, and the volleyball team was good. My cousin was already going here so she could show me around, I could live with her, and figure out college life.

LEARNING TO FAIL HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO DO SCHOOL AND PLAY AT A HIGH LEVEL?

It’s a lot of time management, figuring out what I need to do [on] a certain day, and how many hours I need to put into schoolwork.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP WITH A GROUP OF WOMEN WITH WHOM YOU HAVE SUCH A CLOSE CONNECTION?

IS THAT HOW YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF TO OTHER PEOPLE? WOULD YOU SAY TOUGH?

Yeah, I would say tough. If I get hurt, I usually laugh. And I’m a klutzy person, so I’m pretty easy going. I don’t really get mad easily at people. I think I’m nice. I try to be nice, it’s the right thing to do. You don’t know what people are going through.

Winning a championship is always special, but I think it was more special because it was with that team, and we’re more family. Even off the court, we would go hang out with each other, do homework together, go out and have lunch and dinner. So it was just really special bonding, and then we got to bond over that championship. We’ll always remember that championship, but we’ll remember more of the memories together, rather than the games won.

WOULD YOU CALL YOURSELF A QUIET LEADER?

WHAT KINDS OF THINGS ARE THE HARDEST FOR YOU TO GIVE UP WHEN IT COMES TO ALL THAT YOU DO?

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR YOU TO ALWAYS HAVE YOUR PARENTS AS YOUR COACH?

Family time. Because my hometown is two hours away, I don’t really get to go see my parents a whole lot or my siblings, especially. I have a nephew back home now, so it’s hard not seeing him.

HOW HARD WAS COVID FOR YOU WHEN IT CAME TO YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE?

It was tough for me. My softball season was canceled. My whole senior end-of-the-year [time], everything was canceled – didn’t have a prom, my graduation was a drive-thru kind of deal. Then going into freshman year of college, everything was online, which I wasn’t used to.

That was hard because I’m better in the classroom. That season of volleyball was a year long rather than a few months, so it was tough to learn. But, it just shows that whatever happens, I can adapt through it.

Yeah, I’m not as vocal…I’m more of a leadby-example [type].

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU LEARNED THAT?

I definitely learned that from my parents. My brother was my coach growing up. My mom coached me through high school, too.

I had to work harder than my teammates because my mom wants more from me because I’m her daughter. They always taught us to lead by example, and [to] always be humble.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

I’ve always been told, “don’t be scared of failure.” I am scared of failure, but I also think that helps me to succeed. I don’t want to fail in school. I want to get good grades, so I work really hard to get those good grades. Even if I do fail, I learn. So I can just try again.

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU LEARNED THAT? A LOT OF PEOPLE DON’T HAVE THE IDEA THAT IF ‘I FAIL, I KNOW I CAN GET BACK UP.’

I just learned that through the years in sports. Sports [has] taught me a lot, especially that. College, too. College classes are definitely harder than high school. I think that’s one thing students learn the most their freshman year; it’s harder. You’re not going to get away with just doing the minimum – you have to put in the work to actually get those grades.

WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE REMEMBERED AS?

I want to be remembered as a good person.

Everybody wants to be remembered as a good person, but maybe just nice. I’m always supporting people if they need to talk to me. I want to be a fun teammate. A good teammate.

words by ELIJAH BENSON

Twenty one thousand grains of sand Flew from my fingertips as I slid Down the dunes that shifted on land.

I considered the lights above, Shuddering when the moon blinked.

Twenty two hundred and a hum in the warm desert night.

Shifting in brick boots underfoot, I can no longer hear.

The fog already embraced me, coated my page lightly, And I still kept writing over the grit of many granules.

Nauseated by a heat that never left me.

Twenty three minutes, the air clung, sickly It had no affection, not like the ink of my pen and the Forty thousand grains of sand, Flying by as I dug myself out of the decade’s haze.

Twenty four, with new boots and a steady gaze.

Thousands of miles and sand and silence And love in words that made my fingers ache There’s the hum and fear, this time I can hear, Everything, and for once, calmly, See the memories of stars like the sand in my bag.

graphics by KAILYN MCQUISTEN

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WRITING ON THE WALL

words by REBEKAH BOND

A burned forest: dirt and blackened tree trunks.

Stripped of undergrowth, of leaves, of all things alive and growing. Trunks and branches bare and burned, an army of staccato shadows stagnant on a static sea of rocky dirt.

What would I look like burned to the ground? All the fluff incinerated. All the leaves stripped away. What parts of me would remain? Scarred but still standing.

Would anything be left at all?

How long does it take for the grass to grow again? To surround the scarred trunks with life once more? Will flowers bloom there one day? Among those burned and blackened trunks?

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The dark settles in earlier these days. It slinks in before we’re ready, always accompanied by its partner in crime: cool night air. Come October, the two love to have their run of the place. They are the basis of creepy, the bedrock of frightening. They are the founding fathers of Spooky Season, and that season is upon us. Give us every kind of chill and thrill. We want zombies and werewolves sparkling with fake blood. Show us Frankenstein’s monster so we can avoid our own inner monsters. Ghouls and bats and ghosts? Yes, please. We’re hungry for horror.

Contributor Brenda Autry sought out the scary at The Nightmare Factory Haunted House in Salem, Oregon. Even lived to tell the tale. Or at least long enough to take these photos. (Just kidding, she’s doing great, we emailed last night.) photos by BRENDA AUTRY intro by LEAH BIESACK

▲ An actor at the nightmare factory throws a head at the crowd.

▲ An actor at the Nightmare Factory reaches for waitingTITLE in line.

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SOME EVIL A Monthly Horror Media Review

words by KAILEY LEGIER

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he bayou of backwoods Arkansas writhes and churns with otherworldly magic in the 2020 Bram Stoker Award nominee novel by Andy Davidson, The Boatman’s Daughter.

“Miranda staggered into the saw palm maze, blades nicking her bare arms and legs. She felt the wisp of orb weavers against her cheeks, webs enshrouding her as they broke against her, as if nature were clothing her in itself, preparing her for some arcane ritual.”

Our protagonist, Miranda Crabtree, survives childhood by the skin of her teeth after the sudden, tragic loss of her father. Despite her searching, she has never found his body. As she creeps into her late teens, she lands a job ferrying weed up and down the river for a crooked cop and the kind man who grows it, making just enough money to scrape by and continue to feed and clothe the little boy she found in the swamp the night her father died. The boy is housed by Iskra, an old woman with a strange hut on an overgrown island at the center of the swamp. Billy Cotton, a disgraced preacher whose congregation is long

gone, looms over all of them, unsettled by his sudden descent into madness.

When his desperation to appease the vengeful force that haunts him sets his final, high-octane plan into motion, Miranda is asked to make one more run.

One final ferry trip with one incredible parcel that will bring her to the heart of the swamp where something waits.

Something quiet, patient, and hungry.

Calling this novel Southern gothic feels like an understatement. Davidson’s prose pulls you in and under the murky, brown surface of the bayou, then raises goosebumps along your arms. The text feels like it’s coming alive as you read and before you know it, it’s been three hours and you’ve gotten nothing else done. This book is filled with dark, earthy fantasy and folklore. Davidson draws from Slavic mythology and haunting occultism, creating a story that weaves its way under your skin and makes your heart pound.

In The Boatman’s Daughter, Davidson explores the depravity that comes from desperation and poverty.

He balances the characters’ well-being on the blade of a filet knife. While this book is violent, there is not one gratuitous moment. Every page packs meaning and punch. Evil is a looming figure, both human and inhuman – an all-consuming creature, in both cases.

The cast refuses to bow to it. Despite everything, they pick each other up, over and over, and shove each other forward. Love is difficult. Love is a choice. But the characters choose it at every opportunity. You can’t help but root for them, resilient in a way that is familiar to us after the last couple of years, and yet wholly inspiring in an entirely different way. Miranda fights for her family, whether blood or oath, and she fights tooth and nail, no questions asked. The Boatman’s Daughter crescendos and crashes and comes to a stop that will leave your chest aching, practically forcing you to pick up another book from Davidson.

“All fathers buried, all graves filled.”

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reviews by LEAH BIESACK

Housekeeping

Marilynne Robinson

Dreamy and odd.

Sweet details.

No Place For You, My Love Eudora Welty

Boredom bred from Southern heat.

The Epic of Gilgamesh Author Unknown

Might be profound.

Probably nonsense.

photo by FREEPIK

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fter being out of print for many years, a collection of video games based on the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” franchise finally saw release on August 30 of this year – “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Cowabunga Collection.”

Developers Digital Eclipse, who have a long history of making retro game compilations, have delivered one of the best classic collections in recent memory.

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PUBLISHED BY: Nickelodeon/Konami DEVELOPED BY: Digital Eclipse/Konami ESRB RATING: T OVERALL RATING: ★★★★

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riginal publisher Konami, along with current license holder Nickelodeon, have put out thirteen classic titles from the ’80s and early ’90s (11 of which have the Japanese versions included) containing elements of both the animated TV series from 1987 (which is celebrating its 35th anniversary this year) and the original graphic novel series from Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird.

The collection incorporates titles from the Nintendo Entertainment System of Game Boy, Super Nintendo and Sega Genesis. Two major inclusions are the 1989 arcade game and its 1991 sequel, “Turtles in Time,” alongside their respective home console ports.

Each game in the collection comes with a host of enhancements for gameplay and graphics. On top of filters to resemble CRT televisions, arcade monitors and the Game Boy’s LCD screen, the collection has the options to remove sprite flickering and frame

rate slowdown on the 8-bit titles.

The individual versions of “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters” (one of the many fighting games released in the wake of the initial success of “Street Fighter II” and “Mortal Kombat”) can even allow playable boss characters (such as Shredder) to be unlocked right out of the gate. There’s also a wide range of extras ranging from original instructions and promotional materials, to archive design documents and strategy guides for each individual game (especially useful for the 1989 NES title and its legendary high difficulty level).

Whether you’re a longtime fan of the franchise’s retro games or want to play them for the first time, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Cowabunga Collection” is an easy recommendation. It’s a bodacious retro compilation packed with “turtle power!”

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Puzzle 1 (Easy, difficulty rating 0.41)

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It precedes mañana Quench Kind of iron Runs without moving Barbera's animation partner Lawyer's org.

Author behind the scenes Jack-in-the-box part Eye candy Not just any Low voice Diagrams Dazzling effect Cavalier May be easily bruised Crimson rival Delved into Dict. material

39 Polo Grounds legend 41 China's Zhou ___ 42 Number one Hun 44 Orders 46 CPR giver 47 Form of sparring 51 Geico spokeslizard 52 Go over again 56 Warner ___ 58 Seek the affection of 60 A Musketeer 61 Dusk, to Donne 62 Mammals that practice hemophagia 64 Writer LeShan 65 ___ Dane 66 Arm bones 67 Note after fa 68 Flummox 69 Combs et al.

“Boo” by Frank Virzi

01 Stock market figures 02 Like some committees 03 A deadly sin 04 Conducted a trial 05 "___ Goes By" 06 Nasdaq unit: Abbr.

07 Café lightener 08 "O Canada," for Canada 09 Patella 10 Corn serving 11 Pleasing to the taste 12 Nile wader 13 Wanders restlessly 18 Bob's companion 22 Breakfast strip 24 Storage place 26 Orpheus's instrument 28 Collectible art print, in brief 29 500 sheets 30 Blue-pencil 31 Peron and Longoria

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Postpunk genre Like many gazebos West Wing workers Legislative group Metered vehicle All thumbs Instrument in George Harrison's "Within You Without You" Sounded like a cannon Mythical Aegean Sea dweller 1940s pinup Betty Microwave maker Cronus or Oceanus Massachusetts quartet Some queens Decorate anew Iridescent stone Old kind of computer monitor Suffix with Canaan

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It precedes mañana Quench Kind of iron Runs without moving Barbera's animation partner Lawyer's org.

Author behind the scenes Jack-in-the-box part Eye candy Not just any Low voice Diagrams Dazzling effect Cavalier May be easily bruised

39 Polo Grounds legend 41 China's Zhou ___ 42 Number one Hun 44 Orders 46 CPR giver 47 Form of sparring 51 Geico spokeslizard 52 Go over again 56 Warner ___ 58 Seek the affection of 60 A Musketeer 61 Dusk, to Donne 62 Mammals that practice hemophagia 64 Writer LeShan 65 ___ Dane 66 Arm bones

DOWN 01 Stock market figures 02 Like some committees 03 A deadly sin 04 Conducted a trial 05 "___ Goes By" 06 Nasdaq unit: Abbr.

07 Café lightener 08 "O Canada," for Canada 09 Patella 10 Corn serving 11 Pleasing to the taste 12 Nile wader 13 Wanders restlessly 18 Bob's companion 22 Breakfast strip 24 Storage place

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Postpunk genre Like many gazebos West Wing workers Legislative group Metered vehicle All thumbs Instrument in George Harrison's "Within You Without You" Sounded like a cannon Mythical Aegean Sea dweller 1940s pinup Betty Microwave maker Cronus or Oceanus Massachusetts quartet Some queens

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