Vic Olvir

by Vic Olvir I ONCE KNEW an individual — a 20-year Air Force veteran of something less than average intelligence, but still quite capable of supplementing his pension with unskilled odd jobs — who spent most of his waking hours watching ESPN, the all-sports channel. He was a sociable enough fellow, but…

by Vic Olvir IN THE PAST quarter-century or so a rather peculiar fate has befallen American literature: the tradition of the American novel begun by such illustrious names as Hawthorne, Melville, Twain, and James, and carried on by such as Fitzgerald [pictured], Faulkner, Hemingway, and Wolfe,…

One of America’s most promising young poets, severed from her racial/cultural roots by the alien presence in the West, searched desperately to find those roots, then gave up in despair. by Vic Olvir
from National Vanguard, No. 97, October 1983, pp. 7–14
transcribed by Matthew Peters THIS PAST February…