Writers At Work, The Paris Review Interviews. 1959. Signed George Plimpton
$125.00
Writers at Work, published by Viking/Compass Books (New York in 1959). Excellent paperback. Signed by George Plimpton on ffep. Text appears to read " Castle-Kafka, Prodigy - Hesse, Katherine Anne Porter, Battlemountain - Plimpton - he one of the above wishes good regard! George Plimpton, 11 Feb '66."
Introduction by Malcolm Cowley. Interviews by various other writers, some well known, but their identities are totally discrete in the interviews. Here are portrayed Francoic Mauriac, E.M. Forster, Joyce Cary, Dorothy Parker, James Thurber (who I'd had no taste for until I 'heard' him speak here), Thornton Wilder, William Faulkner, Georges Siminon, Frank O'Connor, Robert Penn Warren, Alberto Moravia, Nelson Algren, Angus Wilson, William Styron, Truman Capote, Francoise Sagan. Here are souls on fire, or drowning; proud, pathetic, deeply funny, ingenious, opinionated, reactive, seemingly nonchalant, dangerously passionate, men and women who cannot not write. The interviewers are divine in their straight-faced prompts. The spaces between the words plummet the reader into oceanic depths beyond language. I cannot get enough of such character, soul, intelligence. It has become ancient and rare as the bones of saints. I want to feed on The Paris Interviews and nothing else. And laugh, weep with gratitude for those who bled words their whole lives through, and the editors and publishers who gave them to us.
Writers at Work, published by Viking/Compass Books (New York in 1959). Excellent paperback. Signed by George Plimpton on ffep. Text appears to read " Castle-Kafka, Prodigy - Hesse, Katherine Anne Porter, Battlemountain - Plimpton - he one of the above wishes good regard! George Plimpton, 11 Feb '66."
Introduction by Malcolm Cowley. Interviews by various other writers, some well known, but their identities are totally discrete in the interviews. Here are portrayed Francoic Mauriac, E.M. Forster, Joyce Cary, Dorothy Parker, James Thurber (who I'd had no taste for until I 'heard' him speak here), Thornton Wilder, William Faulkner, Georges Siminon, Frank O'Connor, Robert Penn Warren, Alberto Moravia, Nelson Algren, Angus Wilson, William Styron, Truman Capote, Francoise Sagan. Here are souls on fire, or drowning; proud, pathetic, deeply funny, ingenious, opinionated, reactive, seemingly nonchalant, dangerously passionate, men and women who cannot not write. The interviewers are divine in their straight-faced prompts. The spaces between the words plummet the reader into oceanic depths beyond language. I cannot get enough of such character, soul, intelligence. It has become ancient and rare as the bones of saints. I want to feed on The Paris Interviews and nothing else. And laugh, weep with gratitude for those who bled words their whole lives through, and the editors and publishers who gave them to us.
Writers at Work, published by Viking/Compass Books (New York in 1959). Excellent paperback. Signed by George Plimpton on ffep. Text appears to read " Castle-Kafka, Prodigy - Hesse, Katherine Anne Porter, Battlemountain - Plimpton - he one of the above wishes good regard! George Plimpton, 11 Feb '66."
Introduction by Malcolm Cowley. Interviews by various other writers, some well known, but their identities are totally discrete in the interviews. Here are portrayed Francoic Mauriac, E.M. Forster, Joyce Cary, Dorothy Parker, James Thurber (who I'd had no taste for until I 'heard' him speak here), Thornton Wilder, William Faulkner, Georges Siminon, Frank O'Connor, Robert Penn Warren, Alberto Moravia, Nelson Algren, Angus Wilson, William Styron, Truman Capote, Francoise Sagan. Here are souls on fire, or drowning; proud, pathetic, deeply funny, ingenious, opinionated, reactive, seemingly nonchalant, dangerously passionate, men and women who cannot not write. The interviewers are divine in their straight-faced prompts. The spaces between the words plummet the reader into oceanic depths beyond language. I cannot get enough of such character, soul, intelligence. It has become ancient and rare as the bones of saints. I want to feed on The Paris Interviews and nothing else. And laugh, weep with gratitude for those who bled words their whole lives through, and the editors and publishers who gave them to us.