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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She'd feed the lot, neighbors' kids, too. She'd never turn anybody away. Now they
teach you you've got to be slim, everybody a beauty queen. Ooohh! Ooohh! La de
da. "My father was a sailor. 'E could knit a jumper in one piece. 'E could make ...
There's always resentment against the lawmaker, the father. If they themselves
make them, there's no such feeling. If a boy's punished sixpence for riding
someone else's bicycle, it's accepted without question. But if his father or mother
Something about her father dying of heart trouble. She thought it was overwork.
Perhaps . . . "Do you remember the strike, Karen?" "Oh yes." She is speaking
even more softly than usual. Her eyes are luminous. "What do you remember?
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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