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...slight against his background when a close friend of his refused, after first agreeing to join him as a roommate for the following year. John did his share of hurting as well, turning down a rooming offer from another freshman merely because of his heritage--he was a New Yorker, and Jewish. Other attempts to enter what he though was the mainstream of college life were wasted. After starring in Morristown football, Reed decided to give freshman crew a try. Even being the last man cut didn't deter his efforts to join the crew organization--he immediately began competing...
...richest, Saul Bellow's freestyle prose reads as if a Division Street Dostoyevsky were writing a book called Thus Spake the Nobel Savage. In Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970), the author's tone took a Spenglerian edge as the novel's elderly New Yorker ruminated on the decline of the West Side and, inferentially, civilization as the author knows and reveres it. Sammler had political repercussions. Bellow was accused of being aloof, insensitive and a neoconservative. He has calmly and disdainfully rejected these labels as simplistic...
...television epitomizes. Trying to prove and explain the vitiation of American cultural life in the past 30 years in one lengthy essay, as Trow does, is tricky business. Unfortunately, his effort is marred by reductionism and a fairly pervasive cynicism. In addition, Trow, a staff writer for the New Yorker--which originally printed the book's two essays--has not uncovered many new answers. But the insights he presents in the first essay are trenchant and, often, scary...
...details that Thurber glorified in his writings are just plain boring in his correspondence. Ironically, the letters themselves reveal the crucial element they lack--a good editing. "I sold The New Yorker [a piece] on which I spent a week of days and nights," he writes his friend E.B. White. To Herman Miller, another intimate, he writes. "I am enclosing [my pastiche] on Henry James. I spend four months on it two winters ago, but found on going back to it that it need trimming and changes...During the four months I worked on it day and night...
Most telling of all is a line from a letter to Joel Sayre, his one-time colleague at The New Yorker: "First drafts of my pieces sound twelve years old and only get going on the fourth rewrite...