Stephen Harrigan bids farewell to John Graves, a great man of Texas letters, who died July 30, 2013.
By Stephen Harrigan
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January 20, 2013
The long, slow, quiet, thoughtful, weird, brilliant, often-interrupted, never-compromised career of John Graves, who died July 30, 2013.
By Gary Cartwright
Gary Cartwright talks about writing profiles; interviewing his longtime friend John Graves, who penned Goodbye to a River fifty years ago; and concentrating on the present.
By Alanna Lindley
A cool, brilliantly blue day in early February found me driving north from Austin on a sort of pilgrimage. I was going to see John Graves, the writer and gentleman farmer, now 73 years old, at his place on four hundred acres of rocky blackland prairie near Glen Rose.My visit
By Gregory Curtis
In my 86 years I’ve come into the possession of an assortment of firearms: a Colt .32-caliber semiautomatic pistol that my grandfather bought at a hardware store in Cuero; a Remington Model 870 pump, 20-gauge shotgun that my Aggie uncle-by-marriage used to shoot birds; the Winchester Model 06 pump .22
By John Graves
For twenty years, the Southwestern Writers Collection, on the campus of Texas State University, in San Marcos, has gathered up manuscripts, personal papers, photos, and other mementos from various icons and at least one outlaw. Want to have a look-see?
By Michael Hall
Rereading John Graves
By Don Graham
From Fred Gipson’s fictional Old Yeller to A&M mascot Reveille and Lyndon Johnson’s beleaguered beagles, dogs have always reigned as Texans’ pets of choice. The long line of distinguished dog lovers includes John Graves of Glen Rose, Texas’ writer emeritus, and acclaimed Beaumont photographer Keith Carter, who joined forces for
By Anne Dingus
Saint Paul said that a little wine is a fine thing. He must have known something.
By John Graves
Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.
By John Graves
A good country dog is loyal, obedient, and knows the difference between a chicken and a possum.
By John Graves
The raw truth about out steaks and chops.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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July 31, 1977
Oh bee, where is thy sting?
By John Graves
Living in the country is all you ever wanted—and probably more than you bargained for.
By John Graves