Carrying his books from one life into the next was nothing new to Zuckerman. He had left his family for Chicago in 1949 carrying in his suitcase the annotated works of Thomas Wolfe and Roget's Thesaur...
But why did you go, my mother asked him, when it was bound to upset you like this? I went, he told her, because every day I ask myself the same question: How can this be happening in America? How can...
حينما تكون شاباً، فإن الجسد الخارجي هو ما يهم، كيف تبدو خارجياً، وحينما تكبر يتركز الاهتمام على ما هو بالداخل، ويتوقف الناس عن الاهتمام بالكيفية التي تبدو عليها.
Zuckerman, sucker though he was for seriousness, was still not going to be drawn into a discussion about agents and editors. If ever there was a reason for an American writer to seek asylum in Red Chi...
You get them wrong before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you're with them; and then you go home to tell somebody else about the meeting and you get the...
Devi fare solo questo, presentare una buona e coerente versione di te stesso, e nessuno verrà mai a farti domande.
What is it that he was? Was the idea he had for himself of lesser validity or of greater validity than someone else's idea of what he was supposed to be? Can such things even be known? But the concept...
Actually we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them--at least I didn't; to phrase them was to invent them and own them.
All that we don’t know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing. As