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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"Oh, really?" As her gimlet eyes study me, I have the crazy feeling that the eyes of
the world, nonjudging, are on me. "Yes, I'm constantly play-acting. Here, with you,
I begin to talk like you. When I'm with a Chicago hoodlum, I talk like him.
Unless you've got this smart yackety-yack, this rapid talk. I can talk, they call me
Rapid Molly. But these others, who are always put down . . ." Frank may never
have hit the nail on the head. Nor was he ever much for repartee. His jokes
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.
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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