Talking to myself: a memoir of my times
Terkel offers the reader an autobiography of our times--the stirring story of a man whose life has been so vivid that its telling mirrors the events of our century. From Mahalia Jackson to Bertrand Russell, from Martin Luther King, Jr. to Federico Fellini, Studs has met them all and captured their voices for the reader.
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'Careless Love,' Mahalia?" I act out horror. Her eyes suggest a twinkle. "That was
before I was saved. I don't sing the blues now. The blues are wonderful, but I just
don't sing 'em. When I imitated Bessie Smith, 1 was just a little girl, remember ...
He is praying. Mahalia, though, is Here rather than There. And not about to die.
Under other circumstances, Mahalia might have become an outrageously
wondrous comedienne. She could do Moms Mabley and then some. Her gift in
The women hesitate. Did you ever see Negroes eat there? Mahalia asks it. "No,
but they will now." The funny thing is I don't like scenes. But I don't think there will
be any. For Christ's sake, Mahalia is the star of the program just across the hall.
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Talking to himself, Terkel is laconic, wry, sometimes baffling. He needs his machinery, his Sony and his Uher. ("I have a theory. I am a nco-Cartesian: I tape therefore I am.") He will reveal himself ... Read full review