WAB
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Yes! That is definitely in the top ten, perhaps even five.My own favorite short story, at the current time, is James Joyce’s The Dead.
But my favorite short story is The Naked Nude, by Bernard Malamud.
Yes! That is definitely in the top ten, perhaps even five.My own favorite short story, at the current time, is James Joyce’s The Dead.
I also enjoyed the same poets as you, when I stil enjoyed poetry. I am also not a fan of Hemmingway. I read one of his books many years ago, and was very disappointed. I may have mentioned that I majored in English for 3 years before I realized I wanted to study something that would provide me with a career. Nursing was much more difficult compared to any liberal arts course I ever took. As time went by, I lost my love of fiction and now almost always read non fiction, primarily about animals, the brain and other aspects of science. I did read 1984 for the second or third time when Trump was elected for the second time. Orwell had the year wrong, but we are living in an Orwellian nightmare these days.Is the book you're reading different from the one written by Sloan Wilson? Or are the titles just very similar?
Yes, by Sloan Wilson. I have always known about this book but for some reason never read it. My reading of 1950s writers is mainly the beats (Kerouac, Ginsberg, etc.) and stuff Hemingway wrote in the 50s like Old Man and the Sea. Not a huge Hemingway fan but Old Man and the Sea is quite good. My three favorite works of his are all short stories: The Snows of Kilimanjaro, A Clean Well Lighted Place, and The Short, Happy Life of Francis Macomber. James Joyce called A Clean, Well Lighted Place the best short story ever written, iirc. I wouldn’t go that far.
That was also a movie made in 1956 by that name. I know I saw it when I was very young, but I don't remember any of it. My guess is that I saw it on "The Million Dollar Movie". If you grew up in the NYC area during the 50s or 60s, you might remember that was a local station that played the same movie over and over for a week, assuming it had made at least a million dollars at the box office, which was a big deal back in those days. The movie description reminds me of my own father who suffered from severe PTSD related to combat and who then entered a professional sales job which he always referred to as extremely stressful.Reading a book I actually somehow never read before, Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, from the 50s. Picked it up free at the library where every day they give away books, though usually they are terrible. Just read the first 18 pages and it’s … really good.
I’d recommend to anyone interested the collected fiction of Cormac McCarthy, who unfortunately died a few years ago.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_in_the_Gray_Flannel_Suit
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The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit is a 1956 American drama film starring Gregory Peck and Jennifer Jones, with Fredric March, Lee J. Cobb, Keenan Wynn and Marisa Pavan in support. Based on the 1955 novel by Sloan Wilson, it was written and directed by Nunnally Johnson, and focuses on Tom Rath, a young World War II veteran trying to balance the pressures of his marriage to an ambitious wife and growing family with the demands of a career while dealing with the after-effects of his war service and a new high-stress job. The film was entered at the 1956 Cannes Film Festival.[4]
Now I want to see the movie after I finish the book.
@pood
"Now I want to see the movie after I finish the book."
You can rent it or buy it at Amazon. It's also streaming at a couple of places. You almost made me want to buy the movie. I can get it for 9.98 if I use my digital credits.
Currently reading Solzhenitsyn's The Gulag Archipelago.
Everyone's heard the expression "Couldn't put it down!" But with this book, it's true. I plowed through the first 200 pages very quickly, and I usually read slowly. Totally engrossing.
Not going to mention the author's name?Why I Am Not an Atheist. I enjoyed it. It's mostly a review of philosophy, but also the life story of someone studying philosophy.
For most of the book, the author is a seriously depressed atheist. I never understood existential angst, but it means something to to this guy.
Eventually, he meets a girl, gets happy, no longer needs atheism, and reverts to Catholicism. It's possible that he wouldn't see that as a fair synopsis, but I tried to be fair. His point of view is really alien to me.
The book reads well, and seems to me more in depth than Russell's history of Western Philosophy. Or, maybe I just don't remember that much of Russel's book, given that I read it when I was a youngster.