Word: writes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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BURNS AND the wire services get these facts into most of their stories, but they don't explore the sordid details. Instead, they write amazingly sympathetic stories slanted toward the brave-whites-fighting-off-savage-hordes-in-darkest-Africa line. This spring, for instance, after the guerillas had shot down a Rhodesian Airways plane, Burns hopped the next flight and wrote about the whites gulping down the whiskey straight and nervously joking while the pilot did evasive maneuvers. Such brave folk...
...Exeter, England. Struck by her "instinct for form" and "almost lurid passion for stating the case of the underdog," Ford Madox Ford became her literary mentor and, ironically, a model for the contemptible men in her stories who invariably prey on fragile, Rhys-like heroines. Rhys, who was writing her memoirs when she died, observed: "If you want to write the truth, you must write about yourself. I am the only real truth I know...
...before the money ran out, his first article was sold to SPORTS ILLUSTRATED; since then he has handled dozens of magazine assignments and produced four other books including A False Spring, among the best books ever written about baseball-or, for that matter, about growing up. "I had to write that book," Jordan says. "It was my way of coming to terms with myself and what happened to me. Once I did it, I knew that there was no going back...
Jordan, who is "making enough to keep everyone in groceries," has no intention of going back, Jim Bouton-style, to baseball, and no regrets about the directions his life has taken. A father of five, he writes steadily away in a rented office in Fairfield, pecking out as few as five pages of finished copy a week. Says he: "I'm the world's slowest writer. I write each sentence three times before I go on to another." But Jordan, who admits that he failed as a pitcher because, among other reasons, he was "always trying...
...Singapore is a hallucinatory panorama of burning buildings, crossed telephone lines and panicky scrambles to get aboard any departing boat. It is a rich and poignant chronicle, and Farrell has researched it down to the last palm-oil statistic. If only he had been content to write history instead of fiction. For the book is not so much imagined as documented. Plot developments, like Singapore rickshas, serve to convey the reader from one exhibit to another. On your right are the rubber industry warehouses, repositories of greed; ahead is Chinatown; up the hill is Tanglin the English colony...