Word: pseudonymes
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...length from a paragraph to several pages, usually includes a physical description of the candidate, an evaluation of how well he thinks and articulates, and an assessment of how the candidate will do at Harvard. An excerpt from a typical interview drawn from an actual case read: "Robert Edwards [pseudonym] is one of the most likeable people I have ever met. He is a slow talking, relaxed young man with a tremendous grin...he is a warm, natural guy and should get along well here...he's a hard worker who has done reasonably well through hustle and determination...
What does apply, as it does for everyone, is the way life works. Jones is a pseudonym, but he is no stereotype. He is the son of a white Italian nurse ?whom he adores?and a black postal worker whose struggle to break into the middle class prompts bitter wrangling. Jones grew up on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. At 13, he hoped to be a professional singer. Instead, he followed the lead of older ghetto kids and got into drugs; by 17 he was stealing in earnest. Now 25, Jones is a bright street hustler who stutters...
...must be added, history in the ordinary sense. "Nate Shaw" is a pseudonym, as are almost all the proper names in the book. The privacy of relatives and survivors (Shaw died in 1973) remains intact. Tukabahchee County, Ala., is as fictive as Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha -and, where it really matters, as real. For Nate Shaw was a formidable bearer of memories. Illiterate, denied even the semblance of an education, he had nowhere to file the details of his life but in his head. Once dropped, the baggage of the past is lost forever. So Shaw held on to everything...
...young Hungarian took a version of the name Brasso as a pseudonym and for four decades he has photographed the streets and graffiti, nightclubs and their patrons, the artists, tramps and peasants of his adopted city. His pictures have become inextricably linked with the myth and mystique of Paris and have earned immortality for both the photographer and his subject...
...exist in Russian, but they could, the memoirist feels uneasily, be blurred rendering of "Vladimir Vladimirovich." As to his own surname, poor Vadim cannot remember it, though he feels fairly sure it begins with "N" -Naborcroft, he wonders? Nablize? (The experienced reader, meanwhile, notices that Vadim's pseudonym "V. Irisin" sounds a lot like "Sirin," the pen name of one Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov, an émigré Russian of illustrious but not aristocratic background who wrote in Berlin, not Paris, after the revolution. This Sirin, Nabokov has been heard to assert, is a writer to be ranked with Pushkin...