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Perspektive Web perspektiveweb — How can you not love this man with a story like the following from one of his ex-wives: "In 1956, I went to France, to the University of Paris, and got a doctoral degree. I left Donald my car. In 1959, I saw him in Houston, to get the car back..He told me the car had needed two things: It needed to be painted and it needed new brakes. He couldn't afford both. So he'd gotten it repainted." Or the recounted conversation from friend Herman Gollob. A couple nights before, Gollob was having dinner with a girl who happened to be a student of Barthelme's current wife. He told the girl that he thought Maggie, the wife, was a "snobbish bitch".A couple days later he goes by Barthleme's office and the following conversation takes place, retold by Gollob. "'I understand you think my wife is a snobbish bitch,' Don said. 'My date had ratted on me, possibly because I'd had the poor taste to take her to Stubby's, not one of Houston's chic watering spots,' Gollob says. Fearing a freeze-out from Don, he decided it was best to confess. 'Yes, I do think she's a snobbish bitch,' he replied. 'Rising, [Don:] patted me on the arm and said, 'So do I. In fact, I'm getting a divorce. I'll have to look for an apartment right away. Why don't we share one?'" So far, there are all kinds of little tidbits of information about Barthelme's life that make his fiction even more interesting to think about (if that's possible). For example, the fact that he suffered through "fits" as a child, or some sort of epileptic seizures. Maybe it's because I've also struggled with seizures (that like Barthelme, also have went away) that I connected with his comments about it, saying how "it's the loss of control. I mean, when you fall down without any warning, black out, it teaches you something. It had nothing to do with ecstasy, I'll tell you, it had to do with somebody or something that could take away your consciousness at its volition rather than yours," and that this feeling now "manifests itself only in dreams." There's so much more I could comment on, Barthelme's philosophies about writing, his influences, his strained relationship with his architect father. All of this is also quite fascinating, but the parts that I so far enjoy the most are the passages about Barthelme the man, described in pictures as "laughing uproariously, or squinting wryly even in serious moments." He liked to dance, he loved jazz, and the man played drums. This is a guy who decided on a whim to hitchhike to Mexico City with a friend. "We were around sixteen," he says, "and had run away from home, in the great tradition, hitched various long rides with various sinister folk, and there we were in the great city with about two t-shirts to our names." I mean, seriously, I'll ask again, how can you not fall in love with this man?

Darien Flores n3irad — This book traces the life journeys of three African Americans who followed three paths out of the Jim Crow South (Mississippi to Chicago; Florida to New York City; Louisiana to Los Angeles) between the 1930s and the 1950s. It's a fascinating part of American history that has been sadly overlooked, and it will make you rethink much of what you "know" about the so-called culture of poverty, and about the decline of northern cities in the middle of the twentieth century.