Book Description

At intervals during a remarkable lifetime begun with the experience of growing up in the rural South before becoming an Air Force fighter pilot, a journalist, a romantic, an executive of a magazine empire, twice a husband, and father of an autistic child—Jim Autry has committed many of his thoughts to verse.

He appreciates the value of words, knowing he must be economical, using the boldest ones in his vocabulary to express himself in a limited number of lines. Laid out in simple, stark rows on the page, his words sparkle like gems on a strand.

In his newest collection, On Paying Attention, Autry’s poetry sings of boyhood intrigues in mystically Protestant Mississippi where “our fear of shame was stronger than our fear of snakes.” He tells of other fears, of flirting with doom in unfriendly skies; of pain and joy and sadness and love and death. In Autry’s words, cold business decisions that confront the spectre of failure or the loss of jobs turn into lyrical accounts of life on the bottom line.

His early recollections are interspersed with voices from his childhood, admonishing him: “Mind grabbing those scraps like that boys / good way to lose a finger.”

We follow him as he matures. He gives up bohemia for the world of business; he is successful, but all is not happiness.

In his sixth decade, as his second wife Sally gives birth, he wants the assurance of a healthy baby.

Through years split by splendor and apprehension, he perseveres.

Now in his eighties and afflicted with the beginning of Parkinson’s, Autry acknowledges mortality: “My life has been around a while / but, I can tell, is thinking about / moving on and taking me along . . . All I can do is drag my feet / finding reason after reason not to go.”

If On Paying Attention is a valedictory, it is a grand closing statement.

—Curtis Wilkie