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Patience Abbe, Child Chronicler of Travels, Dies at 87

Sun, Apr 1, 2012
Fred Astaire’s feet, charmed literary critics with her conversation and been promised in marriage to the son of a handsome couple of her parents’ acquaintance, Hadley and Ernest Hemingway. She and Jack Hemingway, also known as Bumby, were toddlers at the time, living with their expatriate American parents in Paris. By 12, Patience had co-written a book, “Around the World in Eleven Years,” a child’s view of the peripatetic life that... (New York Times)

What's yours? Breakfast in Baltimore - Baltimore Sun

Wed, Feb 29, 2012
The free reading material on Jack and Zach's counter — it's the kind of place where you'd want to read during a slow breakfast or lunch — included magazines and a paperback copy of Hemingway's "Men Without Women," a collection of short stories. One of the stories, "The Killers," opens with two guys walking into a lunchroom.  "What's yours?" George, the man at the counter, asks them. "I don't know," one of the men says. "What do you want to eat, Al?"   "I don't know," says Al. "I don't know what I want to eat."  I recommend the sausage at Jack & Zach's, or the Athenian Breakfast Bowl at Jimmy's. Dan Rodricks' column appears Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. Follow him on Twitter at DanRodricks and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/dan.rodricks.

Trenton High boys basketball aims to end long drought - The Times of Trenton - NJ.com

Sun, Feb 19, 2012
Tornadoes aim to end a 50-year title drought. TRENTON — The year was 1961. National headlines included John F. Kennedy being sworn in as President of the United States. Ernest Hemingway and Ty Cobb were in the obituaries, and “West Side Story” was a big hit on the big screen. Among the sports headlines was Cincinnati winning the NCAA men’s basketball national title. Rookie Oscar Robertson averaged 30 points a game and 9.7 assists for the Cincinnati Royals, but it was Wilt ...

Josef Skvorecky, Czech-Born Writer, Dies at 87

Thu, Jan 5, 2012
He also wrote for film and television and translated American classics into Czech, having been drawn to American literature from an early age, particularly to Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Twain. After leaving Czechoslovakia during the Soviet suppression of the “Prague Spring” in 1968, Mr. Skvorecky taught American literature at the University of Toronto, where he also wrote of the émigré life and of Western students with no sense of history. Over the next two decades he and his wife, Zdena Salivarova, a writer and actress, published several hundred books that had been banned in their home country, sustaining Czech literature while introducing it to an international readership. With Mr. Kundera, Mr. Skvorecky shared a fascination with the private lives of people shadowed by the heavyhanded police state, seeking pleasures — whether those of friendship, music or sex — in an otherwise joyless political climate. Mr. Skvorecky spoke of his own experience in the introduction to his novella “The Bass Saxophone”: “In the days when everything in life was fresh — because we were 16, 17 — I used to blow tenor sax. Very poorly. Our band was called Red Music, which in fact was a misnomer, since the name had no political connotations: there was a band in Prague that called itself Blue Music and we, living in the Nazi Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia, had no idea that in jazz blue is not a color, so we called ours Red. But if the name itself had no political connotations, our sweet, wild music did; for jazz was a sharp thorn in the sides of the power-hungry men, from Hitler to Brezhnev, who successfully ruled in my native land.” Josef Vaclav Skvorecky, who had the look of a stolid burgher with eyes that seemed always preparing to smile, was born in Nachod, Bohemia, in what was then Czechoslovakia, on Sept. 27, 1924. His father was a bank clerk. A playmate was Milos Forman, who went on to fame as the director of films like “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” and “Amadeus.” Michael T. Kaufman, a former correspondent for The Times, died in 2010. Daniel E. Slotnik contributed reporting. (New York Times)

George Whitman, Paris Bookseller and Cultural Beacon, Is Dead at 98

Thu, Dec 15, 2011
World War II, and the heir to Sylvia Beach, the founder of the original Shakespeare & Company, the celebrated haunt of Hemingway and James Joyce. As Mr. Whitman put it, “I wanted a bookstore because the book business is the business of life.” Overlooking the Seine and facing the Cathedral of Notre-Dame, the store, looking somewhat beat-up behind a Dickensian facade and spread over three floors, has been an offbeat mix of open house and literary commune. For decades Mr. Whitman provided food and makeshift beds to young aspiring novelists or writing nomads, often letting them spend a night, a week, or even months living among the crowded shelves and alcoves. He welcomed visitors with large-print messages on the walls. “Be not inhospitable to stra... (New York Times)

A Dazzling Collection Of Newspaper Columns - American Journalism Review

Wed, Dec 7, 2011
The editors, three working journalists, have assembled an all-time, all-star lineup, one that includes such luminaries as Margaret Fuller, Ernest Hemingway, Murray Kempton, Ring Lardner, O. Henry, Anna Quindlen, Mike Royko, Damon Runyon and Dorothy Thompson. Every page, it seems, spotlights another master pounding out a classic on deadline. Mary McGrory covers an assassinated president's burial ("Of John Fitzgerald Kennedy's funeral it can be said he would have liked it."). Pete Hamill witnesses both the slaying of Robert F. Kennedy ("In this slimy little indoor alley..I saw Kennedy lurch against the ice machine, and then sag, and then fall forward slowly...") and 9/11 ("All around us, the fine powder of death is falling, put into the New York air by lunatics...on the day of the worst single disaster in New York history, there was a feeling that the dying had only begun."). Repeatedly, Hamill and other writers seem prescient, even as they cover chaos and uncertainty. Writing on Pearl Harbor Day in 1941, Eleanor Roosevelt predicts, "Because our nation has lived up to the rules of civilization, it will probably take us a few days to catch up with our enemy, but no one in thi...

The Star's Top 100 Books of 2011 - Kansas City Star

Wed, Dec 7, 2011
Pulitzer Prize winner Kennedy continues his celebrated Albany cycle (“Ironweed,” “Roscoe”) with a ravishing and compassionate tale of revolution that encompasses Castro’s uprising in Cuba, where Hemingway sparks a conflict in a Havana bar, and haunted Albany, N.Y., where old school corruption meets the fiery civil rights movement. •  “Emily, Alone,” by Stewart O’Nan (Viking). In a sequel to “Wish You Were Here” (2003), O’Nan wonderfully captures hope and sadness as the aged Emily searches for meaning after her husband passes away. •  “The Fates Will Find Their Way,” by Hannah Pittard (Ecco). An elegiac novel about a disparate group of friends and the ways their lives were changed when a schoolmate went missing as a young woman. •  “The Illumination,” by Kevin Brockmeier (Pantheon). Brockmeier, a fabulist with soul, imagines what would happen if pain emitted light that beamed from people’s bodies in this astute, episodic, beautiful and unnerving spiritual drama. •  “Leaving the Atocha Station,” by Ben Lerner (Coffee House Press). In this original, funny and shrewd first novel by a Topeka native, a young protagonist, in Madrid at the time of the 2004 bombings, has difficulty expressing himself in Spanish or English and questions his own authenticity. •  “Lost Memory of Skin,” by Russell Banks (Ecco). Banks (“The Sweet Hereafter,” “Cloudsplitter”) presents an audacious hurricane of a novel set in urban and primeval Florida that revolves around the Kid (a hapless, homeless, 22-year-old sex offender) and the Professor (an enormous, enigmatic sociologist). Banks strips to the ground our understanding of delusion, stigmatism, injustice and life’s infinite wildness. •  “Luminarium,” by Alex Shakar (Soho). Shakar brings a host of profound concerns to this inventive, metaphysical, funny and caring novel set in post-9/11 New York City, ground zero for moral and spiritual paradoxes, in which one twin brother is in a coma and the other is desperately seeking healing and direction as the virtual world they worked so hard to create is commandeered by the “military-entertainment complex.” •  “The Marriage Plot,” Jeffrey Eugenides (Farrar, Straus and Giroux). At Brown University in the early 1980s, two very different young men vie for the attention of a female student whose personal life mirrors the plotlines found in the 19th century novels she adores. •  “Miss Me When I’m Gone,” by Philip Stephens (Plume). In his debut novel, a Kansas City author uses his gifts as a poet to render a heartbreaking look into a man’s rural Missouri homecoming. •  “The Night Circus,” “The Night Circus,” by Erin Morgenstern (Doubleday). Two young magicians outwit their masters in a captivating, whimsical and much-publicized first novel. Part literary fiction, part fantasy, it turns lush atmosphere into art, despite a shaky, frothy, stock romantic subplot. •  “On Canaan’s Side,” by Sebastian Barry (Viking). A woman near the end of her life...

A Small Gallery of Literary Giants - The Millions

Sun, Nov 6, 2011
Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941) — Operating under the assumption that any writer who influenced Hemingway, Faulkner, and Steinbeck has got to be worth reading, I dove into Sherwood Anderson’s most famous book, Winesburg, Ohio, some thirty years ago. It bored me silly, and I came away scratching my head over what the fuss was all about. I tried again a few years ago and found the book even more boring on a second reading. So when I set out to draw Anderson, I wanted to capture a sharpie who has just pulled a fast one and is laughing at us dupes out the side of his mouth. Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) — Here are three simple sentences from Flannery O’Connor’s essay, “The Nature and Aim of Fiction,” that changed my life: “The fact is that anybody who has survived childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. If you can’t make something out of a little experience, you probably won’t be able to make it out of a lot. The writer’s business is to contemplate experience, not to be merged in it.” These words taught me the invaluable lesson that my youthful hunger for experience was beside the point if I wanted to become a writer. I was already a fan of Flannery’s fiction, but her non-fiction made me realize she saw things the existence of which I had not even begun to imagine. So I wanted her eyes to look like they could see straight through anyone who pauses to look at this drawing. Robert Lowell (1917-1977) — A brilliant poet, Robert Lowell was also a tortured man who tortured others, especially the ones he loved. When 852 pages worth of his letters were published in 2005, I drew his head from a photograph that accompanied the review in The New York Times. I tried to convey that this was a man whose spirit was being pushed earthward by a pulverizing weight, a man who was no stranger to the dark precincts of madness. Philip K. Dick (1928-1982)– The only way Philip K. Dick could have written so many books — and so many fine weird ones — was with the help of chemistry. I imagine him slamming a typewriter all through the California night, jacked to the gills on speed, weed, booze, caffeine, maybe a hit of acid to take the edge off. Out poured a river of words that often had a manic, paranoid, bi-polar flavor. Or maybe the word I’m looking for is gnostic. Dick was a visionary chronicler of life’s moral chiaroscuro, its black evils and moments of shining virtue, which made him an ideal subj...

Andy Rooney, Mainstay on ‘60 Minutes’, Dead at 92

Sun, Nov 6, 2011
He made clear that he thought Gen. George S. Patton and Ernest Hemingway, both of whom he had known personally, were gasbags. He disliked New Year’s Eve, waiting in line for any reason and the bursars at whatever colleges his children attended. He once concluded that “it is possible to be dumb and be a college president,” but he acknowledged that “most college students are not as smart as most college presidents.” On the subject of higher education, he declared that most college catalogs “rank among the great works of fiction of all time,” and that a student of lackluster intellect who could raise tuition money would find it “almost impossible to flunk out.” Time magazine once called him “the most felicitous nonfiction writer in television.” But Mr. Rooney was decidedly not everyone’s cup of tea. The New York Times columnist Anna Quindlen, for example, took strong issue with Mr. Rooney’s dismissive comments after Kurt Cobain of the band Nirvana committed suicide in 1994. It was not surprising, she wrote, that Mr. Rooney “brought to the issue of youthful despair a mixture of sarcasm and contempt,” but it was “worth noting because in 1994 that sort of attitude is as dated and foolish as believing that cancer is contagious.” Mr. Rooney’s opinions sometimes landed him in trouble. In 1990, CBS News suspended him without pay in response to complaints that he had made remarks offensive to black and gay people. The trigger was a December 1989 special, “A Year With Andy Rooney,” in which he said: “There was some recognition in 1989 of the fact that many of the ills which kill us are self-induced. Too much alcohol, too much food, drugs, homosexual unions, cigarettes. They’re all known to lead quite often to premature death.” He later apologized for the statement. (New York Times)




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