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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Khaki coat stares dumbly at his new-found friend. "Harry Ward- well," says Hank
Romano. "He's down there, ain't he? Jefferson Hotel, right?" The clerk runs his
finger down the registry. "Yep." He gives the voter, of vacant stare, a ballot.
It is just before she moves into that ranch house, one of the first blacks in a white
neighborhood; a few broken windows and a few phoned threats. She stares out
the window, toward the setting sun, miles away and centuries ago. "Mahalia, she
I'm Michael Redgrave looking for Dame May Whitty, who has disappeared.
Nobody knows the lady's whereabouts. Nobody knows the Colonel's
whereabouts. Shit. I stare hard at my wristwatch. It reads two-twenty-five a.m. The
lobby is empty, ...
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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