…in 1946 in the Village, our feelings about books … went beyond love. It was as if we didn’t know where we ended and books began. Books were our weather,…
Written in the aftermath of Joseph Conrad’s death in 1924, Ernest Hemingway’s tribute in the Transatlantic Review’s Conrad Supplement included this sentence: “If I knew that by grinding Mr. [T.S.]…
The Nobel and Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Beloved Toni Morrison, will read from her new novel, Home, at 5:30 p.m. Tuesday, October 2, in Richardson Auditorium, Alexander Hall, at Princeton…
I wear dark glasses to cover my eyes, there are secrets in ‘em that I can’t disguise… —Bob Dylan, from Tempest It was an image for the ages, post-millennium Americana…
Beatles publicist Derek Taylor (1932-1997) begins his preface to Volume 1 of The Beatles Anthology (1994) by contrasting his “rose-colored” view of the group’s worldwide impact — “the Twentieth Century’s…
The most hysterical high-profile response to the literary timebomb called Lolita came, predictably, from the New York Times’s Orville Prescott, whose August 18, 1958 tirade (“dull, dull, dull” “repulsive,” “disgusting,”…
I consider life to be a continuous series of improvisations. —Jerry Garcia (1942-1995) There’s too much in my head for this horn. —Charlie Parker (1920-1955) I am looking at a 12-inch Verve…
Music is a dream from which the veils have been drawn! It’s not even the expression of a feeling — it is the feeling itself. —Claude Debussy (1862-1918), from a letter On…
If I were asked to choose a film that would justify the existence of Hollywood, I think it would be “Rio Bravo.” —Robin Wood in Howard Hawks (1968) “One of…
As I now move, graciously, I hope, toward the door marked Exit, it occurs to me that the only thing I ever really liked to do was go to the…