Black Mountain Days
This book is terrific. The reader feels that he/she is there, living through Black Mountain’s endless difficulties in the most intimate way. A wonderful chronicle, the book to put next to Martin Duberman’s Black Mountain: An Exploration in Community. Jonathon Williams
Michael Rumaker’s finely detailed, evocative memoir puts personal flesh on Black Mountain College’s historical bones. He brings to life the daily texture of what it meant to live in that remarkable community. Martin Duberman
Michael Rumaker seems to have forgotten nothing. The portraits of people I know myself are dead-on—Fielding Dawson, Jonathon Williams, Robert Creeley, etc. And of course, Charles Olson, the Papa Whale himself. But the historical context is there as well, brilliantly. Best of all is Rumaker’s self-portrait, indirectly presented, the best kind. A lovely (and valuable) book. Russell Banks
An increasingly articulate record of ‘those happy few’ who were its persons in the closing years of the college. The poet and rector Charles Olson makes an ample and defining pivot for the meld of stories here told—of persons in displacing crisis, of elders confounded with responsibility and poverty, of the all too indifferent world surrounding this fragile company in perhaps the most decisive experiment ever to be attempted in the history of American educational enterprise. Robert Creeley