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Gay Talese Reader Portraits and Encounters

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ISBN-10: 0802776752

ISBN-13: 9780802776754

Edition: 2003

Authors: Gay Talese, Barbara Lounsberry

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As a young reporter for The New York Times, in 1961 Gay Talese published his first book, New York—A Serendipiter’s Journey, a series of vignettes and essays that began, “New York is a city of things unnoticed. It is a city with cats sleeping under parked cars, two stone armadillos crawling up St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and thousands of ants creeping on top of the Empire State Building.” Attention to detail and observation of the unnoticed is the hallmark of Gay Talese’s writing, and The Gay Talese Reader brings together the best of his essays and classic profiles. This collection opens with “New York Is a City of Things Unnoticed,” and includes “Silent Season of a Hero” (about Joe DiMaggio),…    
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Book details

List price: $18.00
Copyright year: 2003
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing USA
Publication date: 10/1/2003
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 288
Size: 8.00" wide x 8.50" long x 1.00" tall
Weight: 1.012

Gay Talese joined the staff of The New York Times in 1955, and remained there for a decade. During the 1960s and 1970s he contributed many articles to magazines, principally Esquire. He is the author of seven previous books, and has been at work on UNTO THE SONS since the spring of 1981, when he travelled to Italy to begin his research. He was born in Ocean City, New Jersey, in 1932, and now lives in New York City and Ocean City with his wife and their daughters.

New York Is a City of Things Unnoticed
Frank Sinatra Has a Cold
The Loser
The Silent Season of a Hero
Peter O'Toole on the Ould Sod
Looking for Hemingway
Joe Louis: The King as a Middle-Aged Man
Mr. Bad News
Ali in Havana
The Brave Tailors of Maida
Origins of a Nonfiction Writer
When I Was Twenty-five
Walking My Cigar