The materials reviewed in this bibliography are books—new and reprint—published since the last book list appeared in the Autumn/Winter 1973 issue of Dialogue. This is a selected listing excluding some of the publications well advertised in Church publications or available through ward “bookstores.” The selection is made solely upon the editor’s discretion and subject to his foibles.
As first written, this was an “I’ve got a secret” manuscript, of the type which causes my blood pressure to rise alarmingly. The secret was that while it was a novel about Edward Partridge, first…
Personal narratives of religious history and emigration have always been too few, commonly because ordinary people seldom undertake systematic writing. Mormons, however, were enjoined to record their experiences and great numbers of them did so;…
In scholarly terms I cannot improve on Kenneth E. Bouldmg’s superb review of Population Resources and the Future (Dialogue, 8 [Autumn/Winter 1973], 159- 163). However, I feel that I can face the issue more squarely…
“No one is any longer in the position to write a life of Jesus,” begins Gunther Bornkamm in his own reconstruction of Jesus’ life and thought.[1] Such a categorical statement may be discouraging to the…
I really did not start out from age twelve to get a Ph.D. In fact, when I applied to college, I was seriously thinking of majoring in modern dance. I guess the turning point came…
My Grandpa Thatcher told two kinds of stories—real life tales of the Old West and Bible stories. I sat politely through the latter so as not to hurt his feelings, but what I really wanted…
A few months ago, the First Presidency issued a letter to be read in Sacrament Meetings encouraging Church members to tidy up their homes and yards. It is an old story. Brigham Young preached the…
At various times I have heard and read, with mild curiosity, of the anointing of animals by the power of the priesthood in pioneer times, but it wasn’t until I found myself with my own hands placed in blessing on the hood of my Chevrolet that I really felt what that experience meant to those early Saints, who depended on their animals, as we do our cars, for quite crucial things.
Again I am the child hunched into a tense ball
in bed on Christmas morning,
breathless with frogs trampolining
my stomach, for the house to wake,
the curtained French doors to break
open on a storybook scene—and the Doll