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...main theme of radicalization in non-analytical, human terms. One recurring thread is a joyfully gentle love tribute to his wife Rachel, who shares and resonates his experiences. Wherever Cowan has appeared recently, strangers seem to want subsequent news about the book's characters more than his advice or autograph...
...asked. Singer to autograph my copy of The Magician of Lublin. He was talking as he wrote, and he unwittingly signed my name instead of his. When he noticed his mistake, he put my name in parentheses instead of crossing it out and signed his own underneath. I remembered my grandmother's belief that if a person's name were erased, he would be climinated from the Book of Life in heaven: and I wondered...
...morning found Cowan in Reading International, standing behind a table laden with copies of his Making of an Un-American. Quiet conversations with people in the tight knot that surrounded him relieved his admitted embarrassment at the autograph ritual. "Don't look at me as if I were a celebrity, " he laughed. "They just told me to push the book...
...humorist insists that he has never seen "such a goddamned bunch of bigoted, pious, lying, cheating bastards in all my life." . . . The lovely vocalist was on her way to receive Harvard's Hasty Pudding Club Award as Woman of the Year when she was besieged by fans and autograph hunters. One young man had no paper, so he held forth the book he was carrying. The singer hesitated a moment, then signed, handing back what is probably the world's only copy of Portnoy's Complaint autographed by Dionne Warwick. . . . At one point during rehearsals...
...falling apart and mounted as casually as if their owner had just stepped out of them. And a green suit, stiff with splattered paint and age, its trousers nothing but ribbons. And bathroom sinks, garden tools, paint brushes, and the names of hundreds of people crammed onto one giant autograph book of a canvas. Last week, when Manhattan's Whitney Museum opened a retrospective exhibition of Jim Dine, 34, it was obvious that Dine's "pocket of felt objects" had spilled many times out of his poetry into...