Author has finally started to put his notes into manuscript form. A seascape by Henry Matisse was once hung upside down in the Museum of Modern Art in New York—and left that way for a month and a half. The speedometer after the crash that killed Albert Camus was frozen at , in kilometers—meaning roughly ninety miles per hour. The driver of another vehicle said the car had passed him going faster than that.
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Author has finally started to put his notes into manuscript form. A seascape by Henry Matisse was once hung upside down in the Museum of Modern Art in New York—and left that way for a month and a half. The speedometer after the crash that killed Albert Camus was frozen at , in kilometers—meaning roughly ninety miles per hour.
The driver of another vehicle said the car had passed him going faster than that. An early intention was that Hector Berlioz would become a physician. Until he went headlong out a hospital window during his first dissection. Author had been scribbling notes on three-by-five-inch index cards. They now come close to filling two shoebox tops taped together end to end. Bertrand Russell was twenty-one years older than Wilfred Owen.
Orchestra play like pig. Being an Arturo Toscanini explanation of why he would not apologize to his Metropolitan Opera musicians after cursing at them in Italian. Twenty-five years after she broke off their relationship, Charles Dickens had a tryst with Maria Beadnell, his still-remembered first love.
And found her fat and foolishly affected and wholly witless. From the earliest biographical note on Rembrandt: He could read only the simplest Dutch.
And that haltingly. Werner Heisenberg was thirty-one when he won the Nobel Prize. And nine years earlier had been given a grade of C on his doctoral examinations. By his own admission, William Butler Yeats, at twenty-seven, had not yet ever kissed a woman. The Bodleian Library at Oxford, in the mid-seventeenth century, exchanged its First Folio Shakespeare for a Third—on the premise that the latter was more complete.
Actually, Author could have begun to type some weeks ago. Karl Marx never in his life saw the inside of a factory. Visiting Maecenas at Rome, in the decades before the beginning of the common era, Virgil and Horace were able to use his heated swimming pool. Stevens was fifty-seven when it happened. One hundred and sixteen thousand visitors had strolled past Le Bateau, the upside-down Matisse, without comment, before it was rehung correctly.
And called her Bessie Thatcher in the later book. Corinna once defeated Pindar five times in a sequence of poetry contests at Thebes. Pindar called her a sow. Emerson was once quoted as having criticized Swinburne. Swinburne called him a toothless baboon. Stuff, Melville dismissed Emerson as.
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Vanishing Point by David Markson
Educated at Union College and Columbia University , Markson began his writing career as a journalist and book editor, periodically taking up work as a college instructor at Columbia University , Long Island University , and The New School. From that point, his reputation as a writer steadily grew, so much so that he told an interviewer: "One of my friends told me to be careful before I become well known for being unknown. It is a highly stylized, experimental novel in the tradition of Beckett. The novel is mainly a series of statements made in the first person ; the protagonist is a woman who believes herself to be the last human on earth. Though her statements shift quickly from topic to topic, the topics are often recurrent, and often reference Western cultural icons, ranging from Zeno to Beethoven to Willem de Kooning. Amy Hempel praised it for "address[ing] formidable philosophic questions with tremendous wit. In these novels most of the traditional comforts of the form are absent, as an author-figure closely identified with Markson himself  considers the travails of the artist throughout the history of culture.