Walt Whitman scholar Ted Genoways, at work on archives of the poet’s correspondence, is embroiled in a controversy over alleged workplace bullying at the prestigious journal which he edits, the Virginia Quarterly Review. Concern over academic bullying has surfaced following the July 30th suicide by the journal’s managing editor, Kevin Morrissey. After Morrissey’s death, the locks were changed at the VQR office. Currently, Genoways is working in a location separate from the main editorial office, and has retained the services of a lawyer. Meanwhile, VQR’s online editor, Waldo Jaquith, has resigned, commenting, “I gave notice of my resignation… four days prior to Kevin’s death… if things are that bad, I walk.” There is also lingering police presence on campus, now that a break-in at the VQR office resulted in the theft of a computer.

Brendan Fitzgerald. “VQR editor Ted Genoways retains lawyer as lit mag pushes toward deadline.” Charlottesville News and Arts, #22.32, 08/10/2010 – 08/16/2010.

UPDATE: According to the Chronicle of Education: “After the suicide, the staff members … were told they would be putting together the upcoming fall issue on their own, without Mr. Genoways, who is on leave on a Guggenheim fellowship. But this week, people close to the Review said, Mr. Genoways submitted to the review’s design company a completely different version of the fall issue — with a different cover — than the one staff members had been working on. Now, say people close to the review, the staff members are threatening to take their names off the masthead.”

I don’t know what all this says about the leading lights of Whitman scholarship, but it seems to me that at the very least they are happy to embrace a calculating control freak, as long as he brings in the big Guggenheims.

 

On July 1st, 2010, the Brooklyn Heights Association hosted “I Do Not Doubt I Am Limitless: Walt Whitman’s Brooklyn” to “channel the psychedelic spirit of poet, journalist, humanist and Brooklynite Walt Whitman, set against the stunning waterfront backdrop on the Pier 1 Harbor View Lawn of the new Brooklyn Bridge Park.”

 

“There’s something I want you to do for me, Horace, some day: I am going to ask you to make particular inquiries. There was a fellow over there on the Market Street lines: I knew him well—loved him—and he me, too, I am sure: Joe Adams was his name. He was a starter there. Occupied quite a humble, working, laboring man’s position there—what they call a starter. We used to be on good terms together. He was an asthmatic fellow—had a wife and family: it has struck me—is Joe still alive? You can ask—make inquiries in my name. It has been now full a year and a half since I saw him last—full that—probably two years. I have completely lost track of him. You know, the months pass and pass. I have been in this room now nearly a year—and even before that for some time I was not getting about at all.” I asked him for some description. “Oh! he was a sandy-like man—sandy hair—all that goes with that: not tall or strong—asthmatic, as I said—and sickly completed, too. Joe was Quakerish—showed it in his looks and way. He was born on the outskirts—his parents died when he was quite young; he was taken in by a Quaker family—inhibted their ways, had them to the last.” Said he desired “to report” himself to Joe if still alive.
– With Walt Whitman in Camden, Friday, May 3, 1889.

 

Not Whitman related, but truly spectacular cinepoetry by Superfad.