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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If you ask her nicely she might sing 'Sarie Marais.' She has a lovely voice. It's
when I annoy her . . . but I did tell you that, didn't I?" At the Joneses'. Entrance. "
Mrs. Jones, George has been paying you great tribute. I can see why." Liar.
All is still. She whispers. She is hoarse. She addresses me. "George has ruined
my vocal chords." Pitiably, an apologetic smile, hand caresses her throat. "That's
why I can't sing 'Sarie Marais.' " 0 triste il cor. Ah! I am suffocating. Boris Godunov
And Zelda — will she ever be able to sing "Sarie Marais" while being reminded of
Mossel Bay? We are approaching Lake Forest. A song is suggested. Bernadette
recites the lyrics of "My Dark Rosaleen." It is a song, in poetic code, of another ...
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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