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POP QUIZ #1: WHAT FAMOUS AUTHOR SAID THIS? (GET SET FOR SOME SURPRISES)

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  Although I thought I knew well the authors in my Letters to Men of Letters , in the course of writing to them, I have come across many surprising quotes. In subsequent posts, I’ll be mentioning some of them, and I will be interested to see if they ring bells for other readers. I thought it might be fun to do this as a little quiz.  Here come the first quotes— what famous author said this? BIG hint: this time, all three quotes are from the same author.  Choose from this list of some of the Men of Letters to whom I write:  Franz Kafka Gustave Flaubert Honoré de Balzac   (Of course you can find the answers in my Letters to Men of Letters)   “Writing is a dog’s life but the only life worth living,” and the odorously colorful “Sometimes I think I’m liquefying like an old Camembert.”  * “It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts….For better or worse it is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself, but to mo

TROUBLE WITH TRANSITIONS: OR WHAT TO DO WHEN BLOGGER.COM DECIDES TO LOP OFF THE HEAD OF YOUR BELOVED HEADER

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Yay! It is starting out to be happy day for many reasons.    Our aging Peugeot is now ambulatory and sports an Italian license plate. This means that we no longer need to live in fear of having to deal with the semi-sadists at the Motor Vehicle joint who, although we ourselves weren’t able to drive, seemed intent on driving US completamente crazy for the past three months.    Then, yesterday, in the wake of my having sent many friends the book announcement, it took about a minute for really nice congratulatory messages to start arriving.    But the icing on the cake was, after lamenting what I feared was the permanent loss of the brilliant blog Header that my talented daughter-in-law had designed for my blog, I just happened to be leafing through the index of blog pieces when I stumbled on my Eiffel/Leaning Tower Header image from a few years back.      See why I am so attached to this?   That must’ve been when Blogger.com changed the template that led to what appeared to be my well-l

EMBARRASSING CONFESSIONS OF A CERTIFIED TECHNODUNCE

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    Because I am a certified Technodunce (just ask any member of my family or my former students), so many things that everyone else seems to know come as total news to me. And although I speak a number of foreign languages, Facebook, which has its own vocabulary, has not been one of them. Terms that fluent speakers of FB know—Timelines? Notifications? Status? Duh...I need to look them up. Ditto for all those cute little emoticons.    Where I live in Italy, the eloquent expression, “Piano, piano” pops up all the time. I have been a pianist for most of my life, but that has nothing to do with the meaning of “Piano, piano,” or its supposedly reassuring synonyms, “Tranquillo,” and “Con calma”—all of which are more musical ways of saying “Don’t get your knickers in a twist”; “relax”; “no worries”; “all in due time.”     But when it comes to “social media” (?), I am facing a stiff learning curve. And as a septuagenarian who has just had her first book come out, I have a lot of catching up t

DID I REALLY WRITE THOSE WORDS? (Part One)

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  Over the years that I was refining and proofing Letters to Men of Letters for the umpteenth time, I decided to maintain a list of my own favorite parts. Sometimes I had to ask myself, “Did I really write those words?” The answer is yes! I will be quoting some of them like these:  One of my most dear Men of Letters, my Yale colleague, Jacques I frequently walk by New Haven’s historic Grove Street Cemetery, and it looks like a nice place to be. Further, that it’s populated by so many honchos suggests that they are less likely ever to be disturbed. And I’ve always said that sooner or later everyone who is anyone comes to Yale, so chances are that this might be a good final resting place. I am going to look into it. To be there would also be in keeping with my life choice to enjoy being a small fish in a big pond.  I once wrote, It’s fall, and death is in the air. But then again, it always was. From Day One. Life is what we do to keep ourselves from noticing. Perhaps what I should have

HOW EXCITING IT IS TO HAVE A READER WHO REALLY “GETS” WHAT YOU HAVE WRITTEN!

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  I found her, and here is what she said about my   Letters to Men of Letters—   Dear Diane Joy Charney,   Thank you.   I love this.  I completely love this. I love it so much that I want to sit right down and write you a letter -- not an email. Which makes me realize how loooooooong it's been since I've written anyone -- anyone -- an actual, handwritten letter.     I used to write long, long letters to people.  I loved writing letters.  I loved getting letters.  I still do.  Except these days, I never write any -- except condolence cards; how telling is that?! -- and I never get any letters.  Sigh.......it's all emails now, and as we all know, live by computer, die by computer, and should the computer crash, well.....there go the "letters"...   To backtrack a bit, I read about your starting out your Yale presentation about the book with Fats Waller’s “I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter” playing in the background. I think you played exactly the rig