Percival Everett

Biographic Data

ID3671990
NAMEPercival Everett
GIVEN NAMESPercival
FAMILY NAMEEverett
SIGNATUREEVERETT P
VERIFIEDNo
TOTAL WORKS22
TOTAL CITATIONS5
AUTHOR COUNT22
EDITOR COUNT0
FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR1985
LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR2015
H-INDEX2

  • Graham Greene

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2015

    Graham Greene Percival Everett (bio) I had done some work on the reservation nearly ten years earlier, helping to engineer an irrigation ditch that brought water from a dammed high creek down to the pastures of Arapaho Ranch. I slept on a half-dozen different sofas during the seven months of the project. The tribe paid me well and I left, thought that was the end of it. Then just a few weeks ago I received a letter from a woman named Roberta Clou…

  • I Am an Old Woman

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2013

    I Am an Old Woman Percival Everett (bio) Norma Snow still rode. She chose a shorter mount, almost a pony, and used a synthetic saddle, a leather roper was just too much to lift any more. But she still rode. Her horse was a fourteen-hand Arabian, twelve years old, a little loose in the back, with sturdy feet. She called the gelding Zed because of his lightning bolt-shaped blaze and because it would be the last horse she would ever ride. Norma live…

  • Afterword

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2009

    Afterword Percival Everett (bio) A true thing, if not a good thing, about afterwords is that no one really ever reads them. The remarkable work that precedes this effort dwarfs significantly anything that I might or certainly will say. This is an important and timely mission taken on by my friend Salar Abdoh. And I cannot emphasize enough how undeserving I am of the designation co-editor. Still, I will wear it proudly, if with a bit of embarrassm…

  • Thirty Years of Callaloo

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2007

    Thirty Years of Callaloo Percival Everett (bio) There is no journal or magazine like Callaloo and insofar as the journal is an extension of an individual mind, the product of a unique vision, the amplification of a pure and complete love of a subject, I can make the claim also that there is no one like the founder of Callaloo, Charles Rowell. I was asked to write something about the journal for the celebration of this important birthday and my fi…

  • An Interview with Percival Everett

    James R Kincaid, Percival L Everett et al.ARTICLECallaloo2005

    An Interview with Percival Everett Jim Kincaid (bio) and Percival L. Everett The following is an interview with Percival Everett I conducted partly by telephone, partly by e-mail, partly by forcing myself on him and grilling him during a hike. I am tempted to add, "partly by consulting what I suppose he would say and making up answers for him," but that would be misleading. He actually said the things I represent him as saying, if you can believe…

  • Percival Everett: American Visual Artist

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2005

  • A Stiffer Breeze

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2004

    A Stiffer Breeze Percival Everett (bio) Honduras had been nothing but waiting, standing by windows, rocking back and forth from heel to toe. He had waited to be told to go here, to go there, waited to be told to pick up this or that, waited to be told to wait some more, and waited to be told he could go home. Now home, he waited to feel like he was no longer waiting. David Calder's mother called to him through a partially open bathroom door. He l…

  • Erasure

    Bernard W Bell, Percival L Everett et al.ARTICLEAfrican American Review2003

  • Believers

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2001

  • Meiosis

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2001

    "This is the last stop," the conductor said, waking Tom. Tom rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. The train took a long time to actually pull into Penn Station. Tom disembarked with the other passengers, shuffling in their steps, going where they went, finding his way into the terminal building and then feeling nervous at the sight of so many people milling about. The digital clock on the schedule board flipped over and read 1:30. Tom hadn'…

  • Why I'm From Texas

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2001

  • Staying Between the Lines

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo2000

    Callaloo - Volume 23, Number 4, Fall 2000

  • F/V: Placing the Experimental Novel

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1999Cited by: 3

    Callaloo - Volume 22, Number 1, Winter 1999

  • The Devolution of Nuclear Associability

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1999

    Callaloo - Volume 22, Number 1, Winter 1999

  • Meiosis

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1997

    Meiosis Percival Everett (bio) “This is the last stop,” the conductor said, waking Tom. Tom rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. The train took a long time to actually pull into Penn Station. Tom disembarked with the other passengers, shuffling in their steps, going where they went, finding his way into the terminal building and then feeling nervous at the sight of so many people milling about. The digital clock on the schedule board flippe…

  • The Appropriation of Cultures

    Percival L Everett, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1996

    Callaloo - Volume 19, Number 1, Winter 1996

  • Squeeze

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1993

  • Signing to The Blind

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1991Cited by: 2

  • Age Would Be That Does

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1990

  • Bull Does Nothing

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1989

  • The Bear as Symbol

    Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1986

  • Out West

    Steven Weisenburger, Percival EverettARTICLECallaloo1985