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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Was this out of a Lillian Hellman play? Talk about graciousness. A few nights
later, we were feted at the General's house. His wife, a golden blond beauty, and
his two daughters, equally golden and equally beautiful, were our hostesses.
For years, smelt fishermen have lingered and hoped all night long for a good
catch. They have sat along the banks of the lake, in the area that is officially
Lincoln Park, from nightfall to well past dawn. It has been a Chicago ritual ever
since the ...
There was that night at the Blue Note. It was a jazz club, the best in Chicago.
Frank Holzfeind, who ran it, took a fancy to "I Come for To Sing." He especially
admired Bill. We worked the place on Mondays. Usually, it is dark that night, as
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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