Word: novelists
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Flushed of face, a little white in the knuckles and after a send-off of what appeared to be one tee many martoonies, Science Fiction Novelist Ray Bradbury, 62 (Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles), nervously strapped himself into his seat. The master of intergalactic fiction was embarking on his first airplane flight. (He doesn't even drive, a rare feat for someone from Los Angeles.) Bradbury, who set out by train and limousine, was returning home from Orlando, Fla., where he had taken part in the opening ceremonies of Disney's new Epcot Center. After over 40 years...
...brutal cycle, but Lowell always managed to emerge intact, writing away as if the poet and his demons were connected in some dark Dionysian manner. His second wife, the novelist and critic Elizabeth Hardwick, describes him in 1958 at the time he completed Life Studies. After three months in an institution, "the papers piled up on the floor, the books on the bed, the bottles of milk on the windowsill, and the ashtray filled. He looked like one of the great photographs of Whitman...
America's most easily understood novelist is back. And forth. In his new book, Kurt Vonnegut once again traverses time and space, filling the pages. With short sentences. And placebo profundities: "To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life." And bromides: "the witching hour," "laughingstock," "dumb luck," "social leper...
...have a lot to do with having fun at the expense of the Brearley School, an ancient and awesome institution on the upper East Side dedicated to the intellectualization of genteel but swinging young ladies. And somewhere in there Prager takes a lot of free-falling pot shots at novelist Jerzy Kosinski, possibly because of the jet-set crowd with which he has lately associated himself...
...writing, freeing him from the need to look for teaching jobs: "I guess you could say The New Yorker has been my substitute for a university." On his own, he then began to grow up in public view. Early dust-jacket photographs and publicity stills caught the young novelist and poet as a newly fledged bird, all beak, startled eyes and unruly plumage. In his 30s, happily domesticated and the father of four children, he lived and went on working in Ipswich, Mass. He added some bulk to his frame and bibliography...