Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Today being what is known in Gaelic as isru shikres, or the extension of St. Patrick’s day for a further twenty-four hours, we’ll continue our Hibernian theme with a quotation from W.B.Yeats about those denizens of what Jack Spicer called “the...
Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Something Else I Wish I’d Written

I have to confess: I read The Catcher in the Rye when I was thirteen and couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It was O.K., but no Studs Lonigan. All I really got from it was Holden’s brother’s tip about Ring Lardner and for that, if nothing...
Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Something Else I Wish I’d Written

This is one of my favourite lines of dialogue in all English literature. The book from which it’s taken, Father and Son, is the only one of Edmund Gosse’s works still widely read, but not widely enough. It seemed as if it were I who were the jealous...
Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Something Else I Wish I’d Written

A mere half century ago, when Millie Helper, who lived next door to Rob and Laura Petrie, told Laura that her creative writing teacher thought that she looked like  Joyce Cary, Laura could get a knowing laugh by pointing out that Joyce Cary was a man. Cary is no...
Something Else I Wish I’d Written

Something Else I Wish I’d Written

One of the unexpected perks of life in the Yiddish lane was ending up on a show with Herb Gardner, author of A Thousand Clowns and I’m Not Rappaport, and being able to let him know that the routine I did–it was called “I Was A Yeshiva...
If I Can’t Sell It, I’ll Keep Sittin’ On It

If I Can’t Sell It, I’ll Keep Sittin’ On It

It’s a bit of a red-letter day here in Wexelheim, where preparations for the summer 2014 Grand Prix of Insolvency have progressed from feverish to ardent. This morning, while trying to decide whether to use the money owing me for Shlepping the Exile to take care...