Word: pritchett
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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FICTION: Old Love, Isaac Bashevis Singer ∙On the Edge of the Cliff, V.S. Pritchett ∙Passion Play, Jerzy Kosinski ∙Shikasta, Doris Lessing The Executioner's Song, Norman Mailer ∙The Ghost Writer, Philip Roth ∙ Uncollected Stories of William Faulkner, Edited by Joseph Blotner
FICTION: Old Love, Isaac Bashevis Singer ∙ On the Edge of the Cliff, V.S. Pritchett ∙ Passion Play, Jerzy Kosinski ∙ Shikasta, Doris Lessing The Executioner's Song, Norman Mailer ∙ The Ghost Writer, Philip Roth ∙ Uncollected Stories of William Faulkner, edited by Joseph Blotner
Instincts and circumstances have allowed Pritchett to come to eminence in his own way and in his own time. He was born in Ipswich in 1900, son of a businessman who had big ideas and often bigger debts. The first volume of Pritchett's autobiography is called A Cab at the Door because the family moved a lot. He developed a taste for reading and skepticism but when he failed a scholarship exam, his formal education ended. It was a disguised blessing: "If I had passed I would have stayed at school until I was eighteen and would surely...
...Pritchett was sent off to learn the leather business. By 1921 he was an expatriate, earning a slender living selling photography supplies, ostrich feathers and shellac in Paris. It was the Paris of Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and James Joyce, but Pritchett knew little of it. He recalls a winter evening in 1922 when he watched people walking up the Boulevard du Montparnasse carrying a large blue-covered volume. It was the first edition of Joyce's Ulysses, an author Pritchett had not heard...
...Pritchett had returned to London to write fiction. To support himself he became a critic for the New Statesman. "I rather liked exploration books," he recalls. "They were expensive and could be sold." By World War II he was married, a father and a critic of growing reputation. Yet he still devoted half his working day to fiction. So it has gone ever since, and the rhythm shows no signs of slackening. The question of retirement seems inappropriate. One would rather know what Pritchett is working on now. "Two stories," he replies cheerfully, "at the same time...