Poet C. D. Wright and photographer Deborah Luster have compiled a literary map of Arkansas and an unparalleled guidebook to its writers and the surroundings. Produced for "The Lost Roads Project," a walk-in exhibit of Arkansas as a state of letters, this map and catalog document the most significant places and authors in Arkansas's literary history. The Guidebook is replete with photographs, biographies, excerpts from novels and stories, poetry collections, and memoirs. With over 150 writers listed, the Reader's Map includes poets, country and blues songwriters, short fiction writers, novelists, historians, folklorists, and humorists. Each entry lists the author's life span, genre of work, birthplace, and bibliography.
C. D. Wright was born in Mountain Home, Arkansas. She earned a BA in French from Memphis State College (now the University of Memphis) in 1971 and briefly attended law school before leaving to pursue an MFA from the University of Arkansas, which she received in 1976. Her poetry thesis was titled Alla Breve Loving.
In 1977 the publishing company founded by Frank Stanford, Lost Roads Publishers, published Wright's first collection, Room Rented by A Single Woman. After Stanford died in 1978, Wright took over Lost Roads, continuing the mission of publishing new poets and starting the practice of publishing translations. In 1979, she moved to San Francisco, where she met poet Forrest Gander. Wright and Gander married in 1983 and had a son, Brecht, and co-edited Lost Roads until 2005.
In 1981, Wright lived in Dolores Hidalgo, Mexico and completed her third book of poems, Translation of the Gospel Back into Tongues. In 1983 she moved to Providence, Rhode Island to teach writing at Brown University as the Israel J. Kapstein Professor of English. In 2013,
C.D. Wright died on January 12, 2016 at the age of 67 in Barrington, Rhode Island.
Found this in a wonderful bookstore in Fayetteville. Does not disappoint. Rustic ghosts and blues chants. The Fayetteville I saw as a visitor was not necessarily that, but my friend and I did see gray mist rise over Buffalo River the morning before.