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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It is 1954; and though Vince is somewhat content, his heart is with 1952. It is his
glory moment. Every man is Parsifal seeking the Holy Grail. For Vince, short,
squat, and squinty-eyed, to be known was not quite the ultimate meaning in life, ...
Unlike most red-blooded American boys, Vince did not want to grow up to be
President. He didn't even want to be Mayor. All he wanted was to be "da power
behind da t'rone." The ultimate clout on his own turf. And, in some wondrous, ...
As Vince passes it on to me this night, it goes something like this: Taft is staying at
the Congress Hotel. Or is it the Blackstone? Vince and an engineer, fully
equipped, get off at the Senator's floor. They are grabbed by Secret Service men.
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TALKING TO MYSELF: A Memoir Of My TimesUser Review - Kirkus
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