Borrowing books from our local library is one of the best decisions I have ever made. I have lived in this lovely, small town for a little over three years and I am totally in love with it. To be […]
World War II: a popular theme like this might save us from the ignorance of prejudice, growing populism and unstable democracies.
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The tale of two quiet heroines. Two different women united by their love of music. Two friends I didn’t want to let go and missed!
The Elegance Of The Hedgehog is a little pearl, a must-read novel. It features a balanced mix of humor, quest for beauty and love of knowledge.
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They realized that there was a process of magnification by which news events established certain individuals in the public consciousness as larger than life. These were the individuals who represented one desirable human characteristic to the exclusion of all others. The businessmen wondered if they could create such individuals not from the accidents of news events but from the deliberate manufactures of their own medium. If they could, more people would pay money for the picture shows.
Ragtime, E. L. Doctorow, A Plume Book, p. 71.
It’s all about celebrities
At palaces in New York and Chicago people gave poverty balls. Guests came dressed in rags and ate from tin plates and drank from chipped mugs. Ballrooms were decorated to look like mines with beams, iron tracks and miner’s lamps. Theatrical scenery firms were hired to make outdoor gardens look like dirt farms and dining rooms like cotton mills. Guests smoked cigar butts offered to them on silver trays. Minstrels performed in blackface. One hostess invited everyone to a stockyard ball. Guests were wrapped in long aprons and their heads covered with white caps. They dined and danced while hanging carcasses of bloody beef trailed around the walls on moving pulleys. Entrails spilled on the floor. The proceeds were for charity.
Ragtime, by E. L. Doctorow, A Plume Book, pages 34, 35.
Genius E. L. Doctorow On Celebrity Charities
Thus with continuous concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slipping into the vast distances of his unhappiness. It was all around him. It was a darkness as impudently close as his brow. It choked him by its closeness. And what was most terrifying was its treachery. He would wake up in the morning and see the sun coming in the window, and sit up in his bed and think it was gone, and then find it there after all, behind his ears or in his heart.
Ragtime, E. L. Doctorow, A Plume Book, p. 151