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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He looks toward the policeman. "Any trouble?" The officer shakes his head.
Again, Prince Arthur says, " 'At's nice." To the five weary old men he says, "Finish '
at fifth I brung downstairs?" They all smile, shyly. Prince Arthur chuckles
He casts a significant look at the rest of us. He seems to know all the backstage
gossip. He has a way of enrapturing us; indeed, mesmerizing us. Though his
voice has the timbre of Truman Capote, his air of authority is William Buckley's.
I am hunched up, sneaking an occasional look around and about. The others are
staring at their drinks; and when they take a sip, it's, oh, so casual. I am glaring at
the dead Uher. "Put that thing on, ah want to talk." I shake my head, palsied.
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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