We first published John Graves in Texas Monthly in 1974. It was a selection from Hardscrabble, his book about his life on the place he and his wife Jane and his daughters Sally and Helen carved out of, and into, the limestone and scrub brush of the Upper Brazos country.That’s
Forty years (and more) of the exuberant, eclectic neighborhood where I was born, grew as a writer, and found inspiration for the early pages of this magazine.
Along the Houston Ship Channel the water is eight feet high and risin’.
The King Ranch saga: how one family conquered, tamed, loved, toiled on, and fought over a great piece of Texas.
TALK OF CHANGE AND REFORM has been in the air since the Sharpstown scandals more than perhaps at any time in our state’s history. Such talk is welcome, and, as most of us apparently felt in the last elections, mandatory. One imagines that talk of reform came as uncomfortably, but
The Kineños are the ranch’s other family.
Robert E. Lee advised his friend Richard King to build his permanent home at the highest point on the surrounding prairie, a little rise on the banks of Santa Gertrudis Creek. The first building was a tiny adobe jacal built of mud and sticks. The one-story house that replaced it
A tour through the ranch’s four divisions, an eminent 825,000-acre domain.
Bob Kleberg had a problem. Brahman cattle from India were tough enough to survive in the South Texas climate, but they were too tough to eat. And fat English cattle like Herefords and Shorthorns suffered the traditional fate of the English in the tropics: they degenerated into a stupor and
Why we should end the war in Iraq.
Hey, undecided voters: Time’s up. As unenthusiastic as you may be, you gotta go with one of these guys. Fortunately, we’re here to help you make up your mind.
The mission of Houston minister Bill Lawson extends far beyond his church—and isn’t just about race.
The Baytown of my youth was a thriving refinery town. Today it’s a city struggling to reinvent itself.
A Britisher forty years my senior made me see myself, and Texas, anew.
The son’s ultimate selfishness is to see his father only as his father—not as a man. But on our first fishing trip in 25 years, I began to see my father—and myself—as the grown men we’d become.
In 1969 a young man from Baytown decided, after a struggle, to fight in Vietnam.
The war that won’t go away.
East is East, West is West, and in Texas the twain shall never meet.
Enter Ronald Reagan—the liberals’ true friend.
The present against the past: what the New World can learn from the Old, and vice versa.
On the Move.
Poor Houston.
None of the old clichés about voluntarism are true except this one: it works.
Democracy in America
Forgetting free trade, scrapping our factories, and other modest solutions to our economic troubles.
No news is bad news.
Why Houston has the best schools in the state.
Two questions about school desegregation: Is busing the only way? Are integrated schools inferior?
If the eighties are here, where did the seventies go.
A modest proposal for the eighties.
Give me land, lots of land . . .
Waltzing across Texas.
Running on Empty.
Fill ‘er up, but don’t spill any gas on my Ralph Lauren boots.
On winning the National Magazine Award.
A farewell to celebrities and to arms.
As New Ulm went, so goes New York.
Stone walls do not a prison make.
A funny thing happened on the way to the governor’s office.
Good-bye to Main Street.
Bringing it all back home.
Stalking elusive birds and energy czars.
The uselessness of college.
What energy crisis?
Why we don’t endorse candidates.
Requiem for a heavyweight.
Crime and punishment.
Like most wrong ideas, the concept of the sunbelt didn’t matter until people started putting it into practice.
This may be the Me Decade, but fortunately a great many people haven’t gotten the word.
Some nice words about the police, exploring Texas, and listening to opportunity knock.
