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It s the last Friday of the month, which means there s tonight s South Main Trolley Art Tour, with free champagne trolley rides to the district s galleries, shops, and other businesses, and it s one of the best things to do in Memphis. While you re down there, go check the new Fratelli s Market a block over on Front Street. Very cool addition to the neighborhood. Also, there s an opening reception at the Durden Gallery for From Abstract to Zebra, works by James King. Tonight s Orpheum Theatre Movie Series feature is Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Today kicks off this weekend s Memphis Potter s Guild Spring Show and Sale at the Memphis Botanic Garden, as well as the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoor Festival at Agricenter International, while it s still there. Today also kicks off this weekend s big Memphis Italian Festival, with a spaghetti sauce contest, other Italian foods, bocce, and more. The Gamble Brothers are at the Lounge tonight. Jackie Johnson is at Isaac Hayes Food, Music, Passion. Lucky Larue is at Kudzu s. FreeWorld and Speakeasy are at the Hi-Tone. DJ Sean O Daniels is spinning tunes in the M Bar at Melange. The Chris Scott Band is at Poplar Lounge. And last but certainly not least, today kicks off Wifflestock 2002 at Zinnie s East, with wiffleball tournaments, a celebrity wiffleball game, food, live music, and a whole lot of crazy fun. Let s hope they bring back the pudding wrestling. Proceeds benefit the Ronald McDonald House.

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Editorial Opinion

Land Bank

This weekend, an estimated 100,000 people will invade a corner of Shelby Farms to enjoy the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival. It’s a rare weekend when the park draws anywhere near that number of people, but such events could become more commonplace in the future. Or not.

One thing is fairly certain: Barring an unforeseen turn of events, the 4,450 acres of prime open land in the center of Shelby County currently known as Shelby Farms will be taken over in July by a private conservancy. Led by former First Tennessee National Corporation CEO Ron Terry, the conservancy will use a privately funded $20 million endowment to make improvements over several years. The stated goal of the group is to create a master plan that will preserve a quiet, free park forever off-limits to developers.

Beyond that, details are sketchy, but everyone seems to have an opinion on which direction the park’s future should take. And the pro-development forces may still muster some support. They argue, not unconvincingly in some cases, that selling off a couple of chunks of the property and using the money to ease the county’s budget woes makes sense. Why, the reasoning goes, should we preserve 4,450 acres for nothing but hikers and cyclists? Shouldn’t half that amount of land be enough?

Conservationists counter that developers have already overrun the county and that this is our last, best chance to preserve a significant piece of land from the bulldozers.

At this juncture, it appears conservationists hold the high ground, and that’s good from our perspective. Whether they can hold it forever remains to be seen.

We Rest Our Case

In Memphis and Shelby County, as elsewhere in Tennessee, there are good citizens who have talked themselves into a state of alarm concerning the extent to which their lives will be ravaged if a state income tax should emerge from the current legislative session, which has been rapidly degenerating into the fourth straight General Assembly to end up doing nothing about the state’s ever-worsening fiscal crisis.

Not that there aren’t philosophical reasons for opposing an income tax. There are, but those are not what one mostly hears from the professional alarmists. Many of these are to be found in talk radio, the recent social phenomenon which represents either the regeneration of pure democracy or its demise, depending on one’s persuasion.

Those locals who frown upon the new art and blame it for misinforming the public ain’t heard nothing yet, however, unless they’ve managed to tune in to the variety that dominates the airwaves in Nashville. Take one Phil Valentine of Nashville’s hallowed old WLAC-AM, a station once renowned for breaking new musical ground, and merely listen to some of his arguments against an income tax, delivered during the last week or so in the course of his daily diatribes.

Last week, he informed his listeners, “Those people who think they’re for an income tax, what would they think if they knew that $16 million that would be gained by it would go toward a performing arts center for the University of Memphis that nobody needs? What would they think if they knew some of the money would be used to get every child reading by the third grade, just so they can brag about how good their schools are?”

This week, he accused income-tax proponents of scheming to itemize their state income-tax debits so these could be deducted from their federal income tax. “If they really want to give the government more money, they wouldn’t do that!” he thundered. (The sales tax, of course, cannot be so deducted from one’s federal tax. As Lt. Governor John Wilder likes to say about this defect, “Uncle Sam taxes taxes.”)

Question: What side is Mr. Valentine — whether he knows it or not — really on? And if he doesn’t know, who does?

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Unlocking the Castle

Prince Mongo plans to reopen his notorious nightclub.

By Rebekah Gleaves

For those of you who never had the chance to traipse the sand dunes, swim naked in the pool, or dance in the basement until 4 a.m, now’s your chance. Robert Hodges — better known as Prince Mongo — may soon be reopening the Castle at Lamar and Central. Only, this time, the club will have decidedly less debauchery — at least at first. For those of you who reveled in the revelry before the club closed two years ago and are now older, wiser, and maybe a bit more ashamed of your naked flesh, the toned-down version of Mongo’s notorious nightclub might be just your thing for summer fun.

Last week, District Attorney Bill Gibbons announced the settlement of the case against the Castle by entering a consent order abating a nuisance and lifting the temporary injunction. The nuisance action was filed against the Castle in October 2000. The club has been closed since October 11, 2000.

Gibbons’ entry of the consent order means the Castle can reopen, but in order to sell alcohol, the club’s owners still must receive an alcohol license from the city of Memphis. Also, the D.A. says he has encouraged the police, fire, and health departments as well as codes-enforcement officials to regularly monitor the club to ensure that its owners do not engage in the same activities that got the Castle in trouble in the first place.

Specifically, Gibbons has said that the club’s premises are to remain free of junk and debris and it must adhere to all environmental-code provisions. The order also requires that Hodges monitor the patrons and adopt procedures to prevent quarreling, drunkenness, and fighting. Hodges is also required to take steps to prevent underage individuals from being admitted or purchasing alcohol and to prevent acts of “lewdness, prostitution, exhibitions or possession of obscene or pornographic material with the intent to sell or distribute, unlawful gambling, and preventing any illegal drug sales from occurring at the Castle.”

Lil Lowry, who lives in the neighborhood, is none too pleased with the latest developments. As the unofficial leader of the group of neighbors who encouraged Gibbons to bring the nuisance action in the first place, Lowry feels like she’s back to square one.

“I’m hoping for the best and looking for the worst,” says Lowry. “Someone like him doesn’t change his spots overnight.”

The Flyer was unable to reach Prince Mongo for comment, but his attorney, Leslie Ballin, says that the club will open soon.

Understanding the Law

New tapes will reduce language problems in courtrooms.

By Janel Davis

No longer will language be a hINDRANCE to adequate legal advice. A grant from the Office of Criminal Justice Programs will pay for a new tool to help eliminate language barriers in Tennessee courtrooms.

Professionally produced videos in English and six foreign languages — Spanish, Arabic, Kurdish, Laotian, Russian, and Vietnamese — have been issued to every courthouse in the state. The tapes cover the most common topics in the judicial system, including basic rights of defendants, obtaining orders of protection for victims of domestic violence, and the rights of parents in child abuse and neglect cases. The videos also discuss courtroom protocol.

“Because the state has become rapidly culturally diverse, there was a need to reach people who come to the courthouse for various reasons,” says Sue Allison of the Supreme Court of Tennessee. “[The tapes] are meant to allay the fears of foreigners. We’re leaving it up to each judge to find creative ways to use them.”

The $100,000 grant allowed for 200 sets of the tapes to be produced with the Tennessee Foreign Language Institute and distributed to the presiding judge in each judicial district.

Judge James Beasley of the judicial district covering Shelby County says several agencies have requested copies of the tapes.

“I’ve talked with Legal Services and they want copies for their clients, and the public defenders also want some,” says Beasley. He also wants to implement the tapes in a mandatory preliminary-information session which would be held for non-English-speakers upon their first contact with the court system.

Gold and Bronze

Memphis magazine wins two awards in national competition.

Memphis magazine brought home two major awards from the City and Regional Magazine Association’s annual journalism competition, held May 20th in San Diego, California.

Judges presented a first-place Gold Medal in Feature Design to art director Murry Keith for “Those Who Would Be the King,” the magazine’s July/August 2001 cover story (left). This photo essay, featuring images by Los Angeles free-lance photographer Vern Evans, paid respectful tribute to a diverse group of Elvis impersonators. “Who are these people?” the story asked. “The ones who idolize someone so much that they turn to impersonating their hero.” Subjects included El Vez, billed as “the Mexican Elvis”; Toni Rae, one of the few female Elvis impersonators in the world; and Imran Rana, a blind Elvis impersonator from India.

Second- and third-place awards in this category went to, respectively, Indianapolis Monthly and Los Angeles magazine.

The magazine also won a Bronze Medal for General Excellence in the under-30,000 circulation category — the second year in a row Memphis has received this honor.

This year’s competition drew more than 800 entries from the U.S. and Canada. The annual contest is coordinated by the University of Missouri School of Journalism and the City and Regional Magazine Association.

Trying To Get His Ear

Activist hopes to set Mike Tyson straight.

By Mary Cashiola

In one corner is heavyweight Mike Tyson. In the other is not Lennox Lewis but featherweight Brit Peter Tatchell.

Tatchell, a human-rights activist who once attempted a citizen’s arrest of Zimbabwe president Robert Mugabe (and got beaten up by Mugabe’s security guards for his trouble), is in Memphis wanting to talk with Tyson.

“I’d like to have a dialogue with Mike Tyson to discuss the concerns of the gay community about his frequent use of homophobic taunts and insults,” says Tatchell. He’s hoping, first, that Tyson will agree to meet with him and, second, that Tyson will stop making homophobic remarks.

During the January pre-fight press conference for Tyson and Lewis, Tyson used the words “faggot” and “coward” in response to a journalist who said Tyson should be in a straitjacket.

“I’m being reasonable,” says Tatchell. “My motive is to set up a dialogue and get Mike to realize that homophobic outbursts reinforce prejudice.”

When asked whether it was reasonable to expect a convicted rapist and an ear-biter to stop making prejudicial remarks, Tatchell paused.

“No one is beyond redemption, not even Mike Tyson. Maybe he doesn’t realize the offense and hurt that his comments have caused the gay community worldwide …We can’t sit back and allow prominent sports stars like Mike Tyson to vilify gay people without impunity,” says Tatchell.

In the event the fighter doesn’t want to meet him, Tatchell says there will probably be protests, but he’s not focusing on them right now. His first order of business is to contact Tyson’s training camp in Tunica. Tatchell also wants to meet with the International Boxing Federation (IBF) to discuss a new policy.

“The IBF comes down very hard on racism. I want it to adopt the same tough stance against homophobic abuse,” he says. He would like to see the IBF introduce guidelines condemning future instances of any type of bigotry, as well as fines and other penalties in those cases.

As for a repeat of the Mugabe incident, Tatchell says that he doesn’t think Tyson or his security people will harm him.

“I’m under 130 pounds,” he says. “That would be most unsporting.”

By the Numbers

U of M receives grant to study crime.

By Simone Barden

The Department of Criminology and Criminal Justice at the University of Memphis has been awarded a grant of more than half a million dollars for a three-year research project. The Mid-South Social Survey Program will be based on a study similar to the National Crime Victimization Survey (NCVS). The money will be officially awarded to the department on July 1st.

The NCVS tries to identify how many people in the U.S. have been victims of crime. The information is gathered by conducting telephone interviews with a sampling of 1,000 people every six months for a period of three years. The NCVS is different from the FBI’s Uniform Crime Reports, which only measure reported crime. This method doesn’t provide an accurate picture, because many crimes are not reported to police.

The program’s goal is to document the extent of victimization in Memphis, the use of Memphis’ criminal justice system, people’s perception of their neighborhoods, and other neighborhood issues. The program will work in conjunction with the Memphis Shelby Crime Commission, and each survey will be directly comparable to the NCVS.

“Important for the study is that we have a representative sample and not only people who use the criminal justice system,” says David Forde, director of the program and former director of the Winnipeg Area Study, a similar project that took place in Canada.

Local crime research projects such as the Mid-South Social Survey Program are rare.

“The Detroit Area Study and the Illinois Survey are two of the very few similar studies in this country,” Forde says.

The first survey will start in September. Forde expects to have the first data available in November.

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The $20 Million Question

Cover story by John Branston and Mary Cashiola

Additional reporting by Simone Barden and Bianca Phillips

At the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival this weekend, an estimated 100,000 people will jam a noisy corner of Shelby Farms to shoot firearms and bows and arrows, roar around on four-wheelers and SUVs, scramble up climbing walls, paddle canoes, cook chili and duck gumbo, watch lumberjacks make wood chips fly, and poke around in tents and camping equipment.

And after three days, the festival will shut down and the crowds will disappear along with most of the activities. Then Shelby Farms will go back to being a place where people stroll around a lake, walk their dogs, hang out in parking lots, pick strawberries, and gaze at a herd of bison. And, of course, sit in traffic jams on their way to or from work.

Somewhere between these two extremes lies the future of Shelby Farms when it becomes Shelby Park.

If the Shelby County Commission follows through on its initial approval, all 4,450 acres of Shelby Farms will be turned over in July to an independent conservancy that will use a privately funded $20 million endowment to make improvements over several years. A master plan will be commissioned to fulfill the vision of a quiet, free park protected by a conservation easement and forever off-limits to developers.

The resulting park will truly be one-of-a-kind — 13 times the size of Overton Park, five times the size of Central Park in New York City, bigger even than Gettysburg or Shiloh military parks.

The Memphis Flyer and other local media have previously reported the views of park visionary Ron Terry, former chairman and CEO of First Tennessee National Corporation, as well as the dissenting opinions of Shelby County commissioners concerned that “affluence buys influence” and that public officials are giving up too much control of too many projects. In this story, the Flyer takes a look at Shelby Farms from the perspective of the people who use it every day. We interviewed more than 60 park-users of all ages as well as staff and volunteers in virtually every corner of the park, from the riding stables to the strawberry fields to Patriot Lake to the shooting range.

Most people were at least vaguely aware that changes are in the works for Shelby Farms, but few of them grasped the magnitude of the plan or the size of the park itself. Asked how large they thought Shelby Farms is, people guessed anywhere from 100 acres to 1,500 acres.

“I like it just the way it is, and I wish the people who want to develop this place would just leave it alone,” said Wes Wolfe. “It’s just like a great big backyard.”

The majority of concerns we found were fairly mundane — goose and duck poop around Patriot Lake, a general lack of bathrooms, not enough parking or playground equipment, and shoestring maintenance. Park officials, strapped for funds and personnel, did not disagree.

“Cleaning up goose poop is a full-time job,” said Steve Satterfield, interim superintendent of Shelby Farms.

The staff has its hands full just cutting 600 to 700 acres of grass every week. The Shelby Farms operating deficit is expected to exceed $500,000 this fiscal year, which is one of the reasons for turning it over to a conservancy.

Some users would like to see big-ticket improvements that are impossible under the current budget.

“I think it would be nice to have a public swimming pool,” said Ruth Rike, who has been coming to Shelby Farms for 32 years to walk and pick strawberries.

“They need something other than just a park, like a little golf course,” suggested Wendy Lopez. “They need something more for kids than just a play area.”

Over at the public shooting range, Bill Gregory was glad to have a chance to vent to a reporter about the plan to close the range this year and relocate it to an unspecified place.

“We pay to come out here,” he said. “It’s $7 to shoot. Nobody else pays. No one pays to fly a kite, ride a bike, or walk the dog. We pay. I don’t know where we’ll go when this place closes.”

Those ideas are likely to be unpopular with the conservancy, which will be oriented toward passive recreation and public health, based on its vision statement and proposed bylaws. But if our interviews made anything clear, it is that just about any idea, no matter how seemingly innocent, has fierce proponents and detractors.

Take shade trees.

“I think more trees around Patriot Lake would really improve Shelby Farms,” said Rhonda Clark.

Don’t tell that to the Tornado Alley Sailing Club.

“Last year, they started planting trees at this lake, which is the only open lake around here,” said Lee Shackelford, sailing on the lake with friends. “But they don’t realize that every tree hinders the wind we need to sail.”

And it may take the wisdom of Solomon to decide what to do about the ducks and geese. Little children love to feed them; others, tired of stepping in goose poop, would like to feed them a load of 12-gauge shot.

“We have hundreds of newly hatched goslings,” said Satterfield. “We’ve been talking to wildlife resource to get rid of them. If they learn to fly here, they’ll probably learn to stick around. They migrate back here and nest here.”

Then there is the issue of roads.

“Everyone’s scared of parking lots and I’ll probably make some people mad by saying this,” said Satterfield, “but on Saturday morning, all the lots are filled. People don’t have any alternative but to park on the grass.”

That means the grass won’t grow, and the compacted soil contributes to the erosion of the park. There are similar issues with roads into the park’s interior. By minimizing roads in the past to preserve the park’s pastoral nature, officials unwittingly encouraged people to drive off-road to get to the out-of-the-way places of the park.

“From a conservation point of view,” said Satterfield, “I think everybody could live with a solution where we provided them with some more roads [inside the park]. Right now, [off-road driving] is uncontrollable.”

History: A $200 Million Asset

Keeping all of this in perspective, Shelby Farms is the sort of “problem” any city would love to have. No other major urban area has so much undeveloped land located so close to the geographic and population center of the county. The people backing the conservancy — Terry, the Hyde Family Foundation, Mike McDonnell, the Plough Foundation, Lee Winchester — are lifelong Memphians with decades of involvement in conservation and civic causes. A $20 million endowment would fund both short-term and long-term improvements that would bring thousands of new visitors to a cleaner, prettier, and more interesting park.

But by focusing single-mindedly on passive parkland and conservation, county residents are oversimplifying the history of Shelby Farms and leaving millions of dollars of potential revenue on the table.

Shelby Farms was never intended to be a 4,450-acre park — urban, suburban, or otherwise. Its origins predate the term suburbia. In 1928, Shelby County bought 1,600 acres to relocate the Penal Farm, miles away from the outskirts of Memphis (Shelby Farms today is inside the city limits of Memphis but is run by the county.) By 1946, the farm had grown to 4,450 acres. In the late 1960s, development was lapping at its edges and a prison farm was an anachronism. The county considered selling all or part of it. Boyle Development and the Maryland-based Rouse Company proposed a huge planned development that would have accommodated 40,000 residents and 12,000 housing units. Over several years in the 1970s, the plan was defeated by a coalition of environmentalists and developers. By 1976, county officials were so weary of the haggling that they offered to transfer Shelby Farms to the city of Memphis. But then-county mayor Roy Nixon vetoed the plan.

There has been sporadic development of Shelby Farms since then, notably Patriot Lake and the welcome center, Agricenter International, Shelby Showplace Arena, and a couple of restaurants. The closest thing to a commercial development is the headquarters of Ducks Unlimited, completed in 1992, mainly through the efforts of former county mayor Bill Morris and businessman Billy Dunavant, an avid hunter. The one- and two-story headquarters building houses 160 employees.

Ducks Unlimited, a nonprofit organization dedicated to wetlands conservation and waterfowl hunting, has a sweetheart lease. It pays no rent for 40 years.

“We give the county up to 500 hours of free consultation on wetlands and other conservation issues every year,” said chief financial officer Randy Graves, who is talking to the Agricenter about extending its lease for another 40 years.

The offices and parking lots of Ducks Unlimited are so unobtrusive and heavily landscaped that many people speeding by on Walnut Grove Road don’t even realize they’re there — except during the annual Great Outdoors Festival. The event jams the park with sports enthusiasts, shuttle buses, exhibitors and shoppers, and kids getting a taste of activities that either are not allowed or soon will be banned inside Shelby Park, such as skeet shooting, archery, and four-wheeling. Other less testosterone-charged recreations like dog training, canoeing, biking, and hiking would be enhanced under the conservancy plan.

“We’re pretty excited about it,” said Graves. “At first, we were a little nervous, but I have personally been attending some of the meetings with the county and Ron Terry. The Outdoors Festival would be exempt from some of the restrictions, and there would be no abatements on us as a tenant except for a new entrance if Walnut Grove Road goes away.”

In general, Shelby County government has made little effort to attract commercial sponsorships in Shelby Farms, and most members of the county commission and the proposed conservancy are opposed to them in principle. Ducks Unlimited, however, has no such qualms. The Great Outdoors Festival has 15 sponsors (technically, it’s the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival presented by Suzuki). Like Memphis in May, it also charges an entrance fee which brings in over $1 million. The attendance suggests that people don’t mind paying $10 to come to a park if you give them something to see and do.

Other special events at Shelby Farms over the years have included the Starry Nights driving tour at Christmas, a Christian concert and festival, a Civil War reenactment, the Tour de Wolf bicycle race, and a farmers’ market. County officials have shunned efforts to build a golf course or a zoo. Even a golf driving range, which could bring in enough income to pay the annual operating expenses with little impact on the park, was rejected. A contract for a paddle-boat concession was signed but has not been fulfilled.

Projected revenue for the year ending June 30, 2002, is $2.1 million, mostly from Agricenter International and Shelby Showplace Arena. Excluding those, the park was projected to bring in only $391,000, including a Christian rock concert which was canceled, costing the park $150,000 in revenue. With expenditures of $775,000, the operating deficit exceeds $500,000.

What is Shelby Farms worth if parts of it were sold or leased for commercial development? A conservative estimate is at least $200 million.

Waymon “Jackie” Welch of Welch Realty, a leading suburban developer, has over the past decade sold several tracts adjoining the park to businesses and restaurants. Based on sales he made in the last four years, Welch said land along Germantown Parkway is worth at least $500,000 an acre, which is what he got this year for a site for a Chuck E. Cheese’s near Dexter Road. The abandoned soccer fields and nearby property south of Walnut Grove on the west side of the park could be worth $200,000 an acre. And hundreds of other acres are worth, conservatively, $60,000 to $100,000 per acre.

“It is, without question, a premier site that would attract national attention,” Welch said. Alternately, the county could keep the land itself and lease it.

“This could generate millions and millions of dollars a year in ground leases and taxes,” he said. “In three years, you’d have $2 million to $3 million a month plus taxes coming in to the county.”

Welch added that he has no expectation that this will happen in light of political realities, despite the county’s mounting $1.3 billion debt.

Park Or Park Place?

Shelby Farms defies slogans and clichés. Two popular bumper stickers, “Don’t Split Shelby Farms” and “Shelby Farms: Keep It Green,” ignore the fact that the park is already split and interior roads and parking lots keep people from driving off-road to get to their favorite spots. Often described as “an urban jewel,” even its ardent backers, including Terry, admit that it is lightly used and that many Memphians are oblivious to it.

If part of the park’s new mission is to contribute to a healthier community by providing a place to hike, bike, skate, and go horseback riding, does the park need new management and private funding to provide activities already available?

Ranger Rick Richardson is at Shelby Farms at least five days a week, both as an employee and as a volunteer. As a volunteer, Richardson picks up trash and does maintenance and repairs in addition to his shift on the mounted patrol.

Richardson has heard his share of skepticism:

“If you have to give $250,000 to be on the conservancy board and have a say as to what happens there, is the general public going to be able to have any input? It’ll be run by wealthy people. I hear concerns from visitors. They say, ‘Why change the name to Shelby Park? They should change the name to Shelby Country Club. That’s what it’s going to be.'”

Satterfield, the interim superintendent of the park since last year, points to the county’s mounting debt. In the grand scheme of things, the park is competing in a race for funds alongside county schools, roads, and jails. And it’s losing.

In fact, the parts of the park that are most often utilized by the public were not funded by Shelby County in the first place. Satterfield said the park’s greatest assets are its gathering places: the Patriot Lake and Chickasaw trails.

“Those trails were funded with grant funds,” said Satterfield.

The grants were from a federal program for highway, trail, and road improvements. The county mayor’s office was involved in securing the funds, but the trails were not paid for with county money. Likewise, bathrooms and playground areas have been donated by private businesses.

Satterfield doesn’t know what will happen to county employees at the park, but he believes that the conservancy is probably the only way to utilize the park to its fullest potential.

“Part of the beauty, in my mind, of the park is that there’s nothing there,” he said. “In the fields, there aren’t any obstructions. You don’t see any buildings. The beauty is in the pastoral nature. I hope they can retain that. It’s nice to be able to come across the Wolf River and boom! Wide open spaces.”


Central Park — Size: 843 acres. Population served: 20 million. Conservancy lease: 8 years, 60-member board. Private funds: $270 million. History: Frederick Law Olmsted’s masterpiece.

Shelby Park — Size: 4,450 acres. Population served: 1 million. Conservancy lease: 100 years, 11-member board. Private funds: $20 million. History: Shelby County Penal Farm in 1929.

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CHURCH VS. STATE

MPD director Walter Crews has enlisted a group of Christian missionaries to help with security on the night of the Tyson-Lewis fight. We all know how often muggings have been thwarted by divine intervention. Spider-Man, it seems, was not available.

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A Frolic Of His Own

Perhaps you know Corey Mesler, the man behind the counter at Burke’s Book Store, which he co-owns with wife Cheryl. Or perhaps you know Corey Mesler as byline, the name behind book reviews inside the pages of The Commercial Appeal and, on occasion, this newspaper. Or behind past essays inside Memphis magazine. Or behind short stories inside such journals as Yellow Silk or Pindeldyboz.

Put that name now behind Talk (Livingston Press), subtitle: A Novel in Dialogue. Make that totally in dialogue: no outside exposition, no authorial asides, no descriptive passages to bridge scenes, to act as backup, background — just talk, the human voice, six voices total in (Mesler, wordsmith that he is, won’t mind the four-star term) stichomythic exchange.

Meet now chief talker Jim, owner of an independent bookstore in Midtown Memphis, a man in his early 40s, a man of “sequestered sensibility,” nerves “stretched taut,” a man “trapped in his own head” who “over-thinks everything” but a man who right off the bat is telling his good buddy and sounding board Mark that he’s “reviewing here. Looking at my life with an objective eye” — when, that is, he is not hearing back from a perplexed Mark on the subjects of marriage and morality, music and movies, from his patient wife Dorothea on the subject of what’s in the fridge, from his children Conrad and Katey on the subject of Halloween costumes and bedtime reading, or from Katya, Mark’s co-worker and Jim’s afternoon delight, on the subject of extramarital hanky-panky.

Now meet Mesler the first-time novelist, subject to question. The topic: Talk.

Flyer: A story told exclusively through dialogue … You got the idea how?

Corey Mesler: It was William Gaddis and his novel, A Frolic Of His Own, which gave me “permission” to write entirely in dialogue. Plus, I’d never written an extended piece before, and I wanted to try, to spread my wings a bit. I was used to writing short stories, and I asked myself, What in those stories do I do best? I thought, Dialogue. But I’m not a playwright. I have no idea how to get characters on and off stage. Still, I was interested in defining character and place strictly by voice. That’s when the writing became a flood of voices — four adults, two children. I think I talk in my head anyway, but as I wrote, the voices began to differentiate themselves, separate into characters, into something organic.

Your method was to …

I wrote many conversations down as they came to me, seemingly out of the ether. And once I gave these characters free rein, they would not shut up. So I had scads of back-and-forths, pages of them just riffing on everything. After doing that for about eight months, I began the more difficult task of shaping it into what I hope is a lucid narrative.

A narrative with strong autobiographical components. Any fear your readers will confuse you and the fictional Jim?

That’s a very real concern, and I’m going to have to be prepared to answer that question. Jim is not an entirely sympathetic character. Jim has everything, and he looks for ways to screw that up. But Jim is not me. Authors use autobiographical elements all the time, and maybe it’s true Jim represents the egocentric in myself, some particulars of my life. But it makes me bristle to think readers will only see Jim as autobiographical. They aren’t taking into account the imagination, giving me credit for some craftsmanship, some vision, some ingenuity. And more importantly, when I wrote Jim’s dialogue, I didn’t think, What would I say? I thought, What would Jim say? That’s an important distinction.

Throughout Talk, you leave Jim’s mother’s voice a blank. We don’t read her words, but we do read Jim’s responses to them. Your strategy here was what?

There are certain aspects of the book I don’t want to give away, and that’s one of them. I’d like to keep to myself my reasons for keeping the mother silent, for personal, for literary reasons. Let’s just say she’s a wafting spirit, an invisible presence.

You’re a book reviewer about to be reviewed yourself. It’s …

Scary. If I get a good review for every four bad reviews, I’ll be happy. Heck, if I get reviewed at all I’ll be thankful. Livingston is a small press, and this is a first novel, after all.

Talk has some pretty graphic scenes between Jim and Katya. Care to comment?

I know I’m gonna hear about the sex scenes, but they were fun to write, though problematic at times, because I didn’t want them to take over the book, upset the rhythm. My first thought, of course, was: What’s my mother going to think? And then, What’s my mother-in-law gonna think? While I may want to caution readers, I think, hey, we’re adults here. After Ulysses, after Henry Miller, after The Story of O, we’re still timid about erotic writing? I’ve already had a friend tell me the sex scenes are too explicit. And I said, Well, yes, they are. But sex is talk too. Those scenes are appropriate, part of the overall communication that’s going on, and, finally, well, sexy.

In the forthcoming New Stories Of the South 2002 from Algonquin Books, your short story “The Growth and Death of Buddy Gardner” will show up alongside stories by William Gay, Doris Betts, and Russell Banks, preface by Larry Brown. Did you ever think you’d see the day your work was in with theirs?

Never. People are going to say, Who in the name of all that’s holy is Corey Mesler?

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ACTION! (AND HOW TO GET SOME)

While perusing the Nerve.com personals, we discovered what might turn out to be a marvelous job for local thespians or, at the very worst, an opportunity to enjoy a nice cappuccino and an hour or so of stilted conversation about “cool tunes” and “favorite colors” and the like. An industrious 32-year-old Mid-Southerner going by the hip handle of “memphis_wryter” and who claims to be interested in friendship and dating as well as a serious relationship and possibly play has placed the following ad:

“This isn’t really a personals ad,” he coyly begins. “I’m single and straight, but right now, I’m mainly looking for actors and actresses for mine and my partner in Blind Mama Productions’ first short film, a suspenseful comedy to be shot this summer on digital.” All we can say to that is “Wah-chick-a-wah-chick-a-wah-wah, YEAH!”

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In Deep

Named for a taunting Mexican epithet (“And [I *@#!ed] your mother too”) that figures casually in the film’s best scene, the south-of-the-border import Y Tu Mamá También is the kind of miracle movie that makes common cultural distinctions irrelevant. It’s raunchy and sensitive, freewheelingly instinctive and carefully analytical. The film works beautifully as a layered, complex, rigorous art movie and also as a simple, easily grasped, deeply pleasurable movie movie (the film has already set an all-time box-office record for the Mexican film industry, so it’s clearly seen as a mainstream entertainment in its homeland). At first blush, it’s something akin to a Jean-Luc Godard adaptation of “Penthouse Letters” or a new-wave deconstruction of the American teen-sex comedy (think Jules and Jim meets Bill and Ted).

The film opens with a bang (so to speak). New high school grads Tenoch (Diego Luna), the son of a prominent politician, and Julio (Amores Perros star Gael García Bernal), the son of a single secretary, bid adieu to their girlfriends and set out on a summer of shiftlessness and the idle pursuit of sex and other stimuli. At a wedding, the boys meet Luisa (Maribel Verdú), perhaps a decade older and a total dream babe. Luisa happens to be the wife of Tenoch’s cousin, a fact that doesn’t keep the horny boys from absurdly inviting Luisa to party with them on a made-up beach they call Heaven’s Mouth. After at first demurring, Luisa calls the boys a couple days later and accepts the offer, thus setting up a road trip that forms the bulk of the film. The boys’ motive for proposing the trip is readily apparent, but the reason for Luisa’s acceptance is a secret fully revealed only in the film’s final moments.

Y Tu Mamá También has garnered a lot of attention for its sex scenes or, rather, its sexual attitude, which is direct and frank in as healthy a way as imaginable. The film presents sex among the inexperienced as awkward and fumbling, and the (brief and less revealing than you’ve probably imagined) sex scenes in the film are likely to register with audiences, young and old, as recognizably true. The film is not rated, probably because the filmmakers (correctly) believed that the MPAA would slap the film with an NC-17 rating, thus making it harder to get shown here. The American film industry apparently feels that the snickeringly juvenile attitude toward sex in most R-rated domestic teen films is better for adolescents than the straightforward appraisal found here. And those fearing that the film will be nothing more than male wish-fulfillment can rest easy — Tenoch and Julio show more skin than Luisa, who is always in an appropriately dominant position, a wise mentor negotiating two overeager pups.

But, as directed by Alfonso Cuarón and shot by cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki, Y Tu Mamá También is, more than anything, a triumph of pure filmmaking — every bit as ecstatic an experience for how it communicates as it is for what it communicates.

The film succeeds magnificently as a succession of individual scenes, moments, or gestures, as a sexed-up coming-of-age story, and, perhaps most of all, as a series of richly fleshed-out juxtapositions: modern Mexico City versus the third-world rural countryside, upper-class Tenoch versus middle-class Julio, immature boys Tenoch and Julio versus grown-up woman Luisa.

The film is startling both for the staging and execution of individual scenes and for their free-flowing yet carefully mapped-out, subtly dialectical linkage. Lubezki’s camera and Cuarón’s directorial audacity are frequently stunning: There’s the extraordinary timing of a tracking shot in which the camera shows Luisa leaving her apartment then slowly wanders through it to an open window through which we see Luisa arriving on the street to meet the boys; there’s the promiscuous moment when the trio have dinner at a roadside café and the camera spots a passerby and follows her into the kitchen, where a group of women are preparing food and washing dishes; and then, in simply one of the most bravura stretches of filmmaking I’ve ever seen, there’s the long (10 minutes, maybe) one-shot scene late in the film in which Luisa, Tenoch, and Julio sit at an outdoor restaurant getting drunk on tequila and healing recent emotional wounds. The scene is swooningly funny and joyously ribald, steadily picking up momentum and building bonhomie in a tour de force of uninterrupted acting until the moment the camera follows Luisa to a jukebox far in the background then tracks her as she dances back toward the table. Pure magic.

And Cuarón’s mapping of scenes is so sure in its ability to communicate multiple levels of information without detracting from the basic storyline that it blow-by-blow illustration. One scene, shortly after the boys meet Luisa, finds them lying atop adjacent diving boards at the country club Tenoch’s father belongs to and masturbating while calling out the names of various lust objects (“Salma Hayek! Ah, Salmita “). This segues into a wrenching scene in which Luisa receives a drunken, tearful call from her husband, who confesses to cheating on her. And this leads directly to a scene at Tenoch’s home in which he lies on the couch watching television and ignores the phone ringing beside him (Luisa calling to accept the beach invitation), and a maid scurries upstairs to deliver him food and answer it. And this scene leads into another series of scenes (from Tenoch’s mansion to Julio’s grubby apartment to a stoner friend’s flat to Luisa’s spare, tasteful apartment) that comments on the characters in terms of class, intellect, and temperament via their living spaces without getting in the way of the narrative.

Yet another juxtaposition in the film is that between the world Tenoch and Julio see and the one that actually exists. Cuarón communicates this by repeatedly and obsessively putting the brakes on his overheated narrative with an off-screen voice-over that chokes off the rest of the film’s sound. The voice doesn’t seem to come from the future — there’s no glow of nostalgia or sentimentality — and clearly is not the voice of any character in the film. Rather, it’s an omniscient voice that rockets the film into the future and balances against the youthful fervor of the film’s action a clear, even tone that emphasizes the transitory nature of the boys’ adventure. The voice-over reveals that there are things in this world that Tenoch and Julio don’t know — about each other or the country they live in or life itself — but which impact their lives nonetheless and which deepen our appreciation of the film’s primary story.

One example of this technique occurs early in the film when Julio and Tenoch are caught in a traffic jam they blame on left-wing demonstrations that have been going on (“Left-wing chicks are hot, dude,” Tenoch insists). But the voice-over explains that the actual cause of the traffic jam is the death of a migrant bricklayer, that the man had cut across the highway to save time on his journey to work and was hit by a car, and that his body will go unclaimed for four days.

Similarly, the film supplies, but rarely highlights, a wealth of background activity that the boys barely register, such as an arrest, a funeral procession, and other depictions of life in impoverished rural Mexico.

But however much the film underscores the callowness and naiveté of Tenoch and Julio (along with Tenoch’s class privileges), it doesn’t pass judgment. In fact, the film (as well as Luisa) takes great pleasure in the boys’ heedless exuberance. There’s a great scene (an unassumingly virtuosic one-shot, tracking the trio’s car along a curving road) in which the boys excitedly explain to a captivated Luisa the “manifesto” by which they and their friends profess to live (sample tenets: “whacking-off rules,” “pop beats poetry,” and “whoever roots for Team America is a faggot”). There is also a kinetic, gleeful scene in which the boys go on a pre-trip shopping spree, loading up on essentials (beer, potato chips, condoms) and riding shopping carts like surfboards.

And so much more: the way class differences between the boys are delineated without being dwelled upon; the brevity and deftness with which the film contextualizes the boys and their relationship within the socioeconomic framework of modern Mexico; the uniformly perfect acting; the great shot of a hurt and confused Julio dangling his feet in a hotel pool filled with leaves; the organic split-screen shot in which Luisa makes a final, painful goodbye call to her husband while the boys are seen playing foosball in the reflection of the adjacent telephone booth; the hilarious and somehow touching symphony of facial expressions Verdú unleashes during Luisa’s separate sexual encounters with Tenoch and Julio; the deliriously funny moment of borderline magical realism when a frank sexual comment made by a knowing Luisa so shocks the heretofore swaggering boys that their car literally overheats

After my first viewing, I liked Y Tu Mamá También a great deal, but I wasn’t sure exactly how much. By the end of my second viewing (this time surrounded by paying customers clearly as enthralled as I was), it left me with the feeling of overwhelming admiration I usually get at the movies only two or three times a year. It’s clear that this isn’t merely an engaging or compelling film but a full-blown great one. If you’re interested enough to have read this far, you owe it to yourself to go see it on the big screen while you still have the chance.

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Postscript

Final Defense

To the Editor:

Regarding Tony Jones’ article on the Tri-State Defender (“Last Defense?” May 16th issue): I am a professional, award-winning journalist with over 30 years’ experience in print media. In addition to my formal education, some of my expertise has been garnered from some of the most brilliant minds in the business. This knowledge and expertise includes reporting and writing special features for daily and weekly newspapers around the country and incorporates stints as managing editor, associate editor for a national magazine, and almost 10 years as a copy editor for one of the leading daily newspapers in California. As a Christian who diligently tries to exhibit daily the fruits of God’s spirit, I also proudly wear his honesty, integrity, and character, especially as a professional.

Thus I am giving an account of my conversation with Tony Jones sometime in late September or early October concerning the abrupt layoff from the Tri-State Defender of Judy Seals, former ad/marketing director; Kimberly Ware, former classified ad makeup/layout artist; and me, former managing editor. We first discussed the possible whys, with me concluding that management (Audrey McGhee, editor/publisher; and Tom Picou, the Defender‘s chief editor) did not like the fact that Kim and I questioned keeping Michael Vargas, then production manager, on the payroll even after his transfer to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It was a move we felt would throw us back into all-night press nights, since a 20-page paper would be put together from three states, when what Vargas and Picou were doing from their respective states could have been done from Memphis.

In our conversation, I told Tony, in reference to the layoffs, that I didn’t think that it would set well with the black community that McGhee laid off three black women (older company employees) to maintain Michael, a young white man, simply because we questioned her actions at a time when we were not being paid in a timely fashion. That money could be left here, especially since Michael was making more than all of us. Moreover, being white, Michael can get a job anywhere. Later (in October), I pointed out to him that the anniversary of the Tri-State Defender was hardly being observed by the community or advertisers, so I know that neither paid attention to our layoffs.

Tony had said that he was going to do a story in the Flyer and that he would like statements from me. I agreed to talk with him (on tape) when he was ready. We never had the taped talk, though we talked almost daily by phone. I would never publicly hurl what could be seen as a racial slur toward any person. And I would never paint myself up to be a public whiner.

Virginia L. Porter

Memphis

Disappointed In Tim

To the Editor:

I enjoy reading The Memphis Flyer, particularly the articles on local politics, Rob Brezsny’s weekly horoscope, and the wonderfully sarcastic tone of Tim Sampson’s We Recommend. However, I was disappointed to read Sampson’s commentary on the Overton Square Arts and Jazz Festival (May 23rd issue). He wrote, “The crowd was equally black and white. Racism in Memphis is alive only in the minds of those who dwell on it while the rest of us are having fun.”

Obviously, Sampson is writing from a place of racial privilege. There are people of color in this city who “dwell on it” because racism is a part of their everyday experience. Racism is what puts the police into racial profiling. It’s what causes store clerks to look suspiciously at two black women shopping in a mall. It’s what keeps white upper-class and middle-class Memphians moving east, away from working- and middle-class blacks and Latinos.

Lastly, racism is what makes Tim Sampson write that it doesn’t exist. I am not implying that he is racist but that everyone is not having “fun” and there are political, cultural, and structural reasons why.

Ama Codjoe

Memphis

Hostile Takeover?

To the Editor:

As we figured, it happened. Memphis performed another hostile takeover (in Cordova), promising the moon and giving nothing in return. Memphis continues to slap the face of annexed residents. They are making plans to absorb the new area(s) into the current Memphis school system now, but this should’ve been done prior to any annexation effort. Memphis is perfectly content to take whatever tax money it can while passing on the associated costs of annexation to any other entity it can for as long as it can.

When Memphis annexed Hickory Hill in 1998, it promised a wealth of services but only built a school as part of an out-of-court settlement. Does anybody out there still have a spine to stop the junk promises that Memphis throws out prior to annexing or the gross mismanagement by Mayor Herenton and his cronies? Something smells, and it ain’t the horse-drawn carriages on Beale Street.

David E. Ray

Memphis

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thursday, 30

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know last week I gushed on and on about what a wonderful place Memphis is. I was basking in the afterglow of the Soulsville Cleanup Day, which was very rejuvenating. Now, however, although I do still love this city, I must say that I attended a meeting recently where most of our elected officials were present, and I have never seen anything like it in my life. The writers of Saturday Night Live couldn t have come up with anything better. Those who were there to answer questions — the whole point of the

meeting didn t get the chance because of all the posturing and preaching from those we have chosen to run this city. If you miss Monday Night

Wrestling at the Coliseum, here s your chance at something about as meaningful. And speaking of elected officials, I hope those of you who

actually pressed a button to vote for Joe Cooper for county commissioner are proud of yourselves. Most of you are probably aware that last week he

proposed selling 3,000 acres of the 4,500-acre Shelby Farms to develop a community of upscale homes, saying that it is ludicrous to have bison out there grazing when the county is in such debt. With all the political wisdom of Prince Mongo or King Mongo or Saint Mongo or whatever he is now, Cooper actually has a chance of being voted into a county commission seat. I think

the wisest thing for him to do is to develop some land somewhere else and make enough money to have his teethfixed. Looks like a lumber truck wrecked into his mouth. Remember, you out there who voted for him, you helped bring this about. Why not clear Overton Park and build a mall? Turn Audubon Park into a warehouse distribution center? Clear the nasty trees at Lichterman Nature Center and make way for an office park? You know, sometimes I just don t understand things. But that will all change later this week when I have some brain tests done. I figure they might find — well, something mildly odd, like the lack of one.

In the meantime, here s a brief look at some of what s going on around town this week. Tonight, Vanish Code opens at TheatreWorks, a play about a law professor and the things that happen to him when the people around him begin to disappear. This evening s Cordova Cellars Lawn Concert Series features The Last Chance Jug Band. Eighties band Venus Mission is at Club 152 on Beale Street; International Playboys are at the Map Room; The Ed Finney Trio Is at CafÇ Zanzibar; and Fred, Bobby, ad Rusty are at Alex s. And by the

way, this is the absolute best day to eat lunch at The Orchid Club..