Sublime

Jim Crow South he didn’t. Instead, he forged a note that said, “Dear Madam: Will you please let this nigger boy have some books by HL Mencken?” (because no one would write that about themselves, right?), and checked them out with a stolen library card, pretending they were for someone else.

The well-known critic Harold Bloom edited a series of books entitled Bloom’s BioCritiques, which features a variety of his fellow critics discussing an author’s body of work.

New York, and I prowled around our apartment in the early morning dark looking for Cary Grant’s old pretzels. I was so hungry, I would have eaten anyone’s old pretzels, but the odds on finding my fellow Fabergé director’s were better because Cary has lent Luisa and me his 27th-floor apartment in the Warwick Hotel while we are in New York.

TR recalled the typical American for whom he had governed. In his Autobiography, the former president reprinted a cartoon of an elderly, bewhiskered man, his feet by a fire, reading a copy of “The President’s Message” in a newspaper. The caption: “His Favorite Author.” TR loved it. “This was the old fellow whom I always used to keep in my mind,” Ro

the thirties, swallowing Marx whole, we discovered the Worker and realized—I should think with some relief—that the aims of the Worker and the aims of the Negro were one. This theorem—to which we shall return—seems now to leave rather too much out of account; it became, nevertheless, one of the slogans of the “class struggle” and the gospel of the

Tom Wolfe.”