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The Stacks Chat: John Edgar Wideman
“When you start out on a book, you’re hoping that when you finish you’ll be different. How different? What different? If you knew that you wouldn’t need to write the book.”
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Almost 30 years ago, Brooke Shields did not consider herself a serious actress. But she could not escape her ambivalent feelings about the mother who helped make her a star.
The Young and the Homeless
The sad thing is, once they hit bottom, not even their youth can buoy them up.
The Long, Slow Fall of a Gridiron God
Once upon a time, Art Schlichter was the number one quarterback in the nation. Then he discovered gambling. He would never recover.
Getting it Straight
In the late 1980s, as more of New York City’s women and children succumbed to the plague of AIDS, inescapable truths emerged about ethics, sex, poverty, and the future.
Attitude Dancing
Helena’s dancing so overwhelmed me with awe and happiness that when I heard that she was at a place on Hollywood Boulevard called the Greek Village, I dragged every date there and made him pay clip-joint prices so I could see the girl move.
The Making of a Golden Boy
Why Oscar De La Hoya was the Champ everyone loved to hate.
Dean Smith
Tribute to an NCAA coaching legend.
Cronenberg Does Burroughs
What’s a nice guy like David Cronenberg doing messing around with junkie poet William S. Burroughs? Filming his unfilmable book, “Naked Lunch” that’s all.
How to Be Jamie Lee Curtis
She is girl and woman, boy-cut hair and D-cup breasts; she is Melrose Avenue and the floundering androgyny of the ’80s; and she is Betty Boop dresses and the role-divided certainty of the ’50s. She is a relief to men and a pal to gals.
Pillar of the Post
The unexpected rise and prosperous reign of Katharine Graham at The Washington Post.
Shandling Agnosites
Having the smartest, hippest show on TV didn’t make Garry Shandling any less neurotic … or brilliant.
Neighborhood Characters
The strength of this novel is the author’s ear for dialogue, talk so good that it evokes the clink of glasses, the dead hours of early morning, the smoke in the air and the strains of the jukebox.