Word: novelists
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...during the 1920s that F. Scott Fitzgerald, invited to meet her, drank more than was advisable to steady himself before his audience with the great lady. As a result, he told off- color jokes. Wharton noted in her diary that evening: "To tea, Teddy Chanler and Scott Fitzgerald, the novelist (awful...
...used to feel like Georgia. They wonder whether the point of being liberated from the South really was to live in someplace that isn't anywhere at all. Late in the evening, after a few drinks, they are likely to say that Atlanta has no soul. I asked the novelist Pat Conroy, who lives there, why there is no modern novel that portrays Atlanta in the way that The Moviegoer and A Confederacy of Dunces portray New Orleans. "It's hard to write 400 pages about white bread," he said...
Monette, a poet and novelist, gushes awkwardly about this brief golden age: "Roger and I were busy getting ready for a four-day trip to Big Sur, something we'd done almost yearly since moving to California in 1977. We were putting the blizzard of daily life on hold, looking forward to a dose of raw sublime that coincided with our anniversary." Monette comes across as a trendy Southern California transplant. There is lots of eating out in fashionable restaurants, foreign travel and a Jaguar whose transmission frequently does not work. While conscientiously caring for the dying Roger, Monette works...
Borrowed Time demands a sympathetic response instead of inviting one. Holleran and Hoffman, on the other hand, understand the first law of writing about personal misfortune: appalling facts, tersely put, speak for themselves. Holleran has the advantage of being a gifted novelist (Dancer from the Dance) with a keen, ironic intelligence. "Someday," he says, "writing about this plague may be read with pleasure, by people for whom it is a distant catastrophe, but I suspect the best writing will be nothing more, nor less, than a lament . . . The only other possible enduring thing would be a simple list of names...
...Malcolm Bradbury would have us believe. A superior comic novelist (his 1976 The History Man may be the funniest English academic novel this side of Lucky Jim), Bradbury is also a hard-working critic, a professor of American studies at the University of East Anglia and, at 55, a man disinclined to suppress the cholers of middle age. Unsent Letters consists of 18 imaginary, therefore utterly forthright, responses to his junk mail...