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Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir de Anatole Broyard

Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir

Autor Anatole Broyard
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 mai 1997
What Hemingway's A Moveable Feast did for Paris in the 1920s, this charming yet undeceivable memoir does for Greenwich Village in the late 1940s. In 1946, Anatole Broyard was a dapper, earnest, fledgling avant-gardist, intoxicated by books, sex, and the neighborhood that offered both in such abundance. Stylish written, mercurially witty, imbued with insights that are both affectionate and astringent, this memoir offers an indelible portrait of a lost bohemia.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780679781264
ISBN-10: 0679781269
Pagini: 160
Dimensiuni: 131 x 204 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Editura: Vintage Publishing

Notă biografică

Anatole Broyard was a book critic, columnist, and editor for The New York Times for eighteen years.  He is the author of the critically acclaimed Intoxicated by My Illness (Clarkson Potter, 1992).  He died in 1990 in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Recenzii

 
“A memoir of a sensualist… Sentence by sentence, it’s as beautifully precise as any contemporary American work I know.”- Pauline Kael
 
“If you’ve ever been young, ever lived in or wanted to live in Greenwich Village, ever loved books or sex or both, you’ll savor this memoir.”- Detroit Free Press
 
“Full of Broyard’s wit, compassion and rich insight… His mind, his aesthetic, his view of the world, shimmer brightly in this memoir.”- Chicago Tribune
 
“Seductive, ardently written…a valentine with barbs.”- Washington Post Book World

Descriere

What Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast" did for Paris in the 1920s, this charming yet undeceivable memoir does for Greenwich Village in the late 1940s. In 1946, Anatole Broyard was a dapper, earnest, fledgling avant-gardist, intoxicated by books, sex, and the neighborhood that offered both in such abundance. Stylish written, mercurially witty, imbued with insights that are both affectionate and astringent, this memoir offers an indelible portrait of a lost bohemia.