ENTERTAINMENT
September 30, 2007
So few book reviews, so many books. No, it hasn't started appearing on T-shirts yet, but wait. For the last half year, thanks in part to vigorous noisemaking by the National Book Critics Circle and its energetic president, Swarthmore grad John Freeman, the publishing world has done almost as much talking about the "book review crisis" as it has about the rectangular objects it sells. So far in September, no fewer than five panels in New York, at venues from Columbia Journalism School to Scandinavia House, have been devoted to some version of the "The Vanishing Book Review.
NEWS
February 13, 2012
Carl Hartman, 95, an Associated Press correspondent in Europe during much of the turbulent mid-20th century and one of the news cooperative's longest-serving journalists, has died. The Morristown, N.J., native died at his Washington apartment, said Nancy Thompson, a friend who, worried that Mr. Hartman was not answering his telephone, opened his residence to police who found his body on Wednesday. There was no evidence of foul play. Mr. Hartman retired from the AP in 2006 after 62 years but continued writing book reviews.
NEWS
March 14, 1989 | From Inquirer Wire Services
Edward Weeks, 91, former editor of the Atlantic Monthly magazine and the Atlantic Monthly Press, died Saturday at his home. Mr. Weeks edited the Press from 1928 to 1937 and the magazine from 1938 to 1966, the longest tenure in its history. Under his guidance, the Press published such best-sellers as Walter Edmond's Drums Along the Mohawk, Charles Bernard Nordoff's and James Norman Hall's Mutiny on the Bounty and James Hilton's Goodbye Mr. Chips. He also introduced writings of unknown authors who later gained international fame.
LIVING
March 11, 1999 | By Lea Sitton Stanley, INQUIRER STAFF WRITER
Gadabout Harry Jay Katz is doing a little legwork for a Council candidate and he goes down to the basement looking for her photo and he finds the stuff from Ira Einhorn. Correspondence and book reviews from the hippie murder suspect, neatly printed nearly 20 years ago in capital letters on white, lined notebook paper or yellow legal pad, and mailed from Canada. (Einhorn, out on bail, knew no travel restrictions.) Katz, publisher of the now-defunct Center City entertainment weekly ELECTRICity, had hired Einhorn as book editor after his arrest because "he kind of needed a gig and he's brilliant.
NEWS
December 9, 1994 | BY DONALD KAUL
I ran across a quotation the other day that struck me like a blow between the eyes, or maybe just above the eyes in the middle of the forehead. Anyway, up there somewhere. "Newspaper work draws people who like to cut corners, deal superficially with subjects, make generalizations without support and read book reviews rather than books. " My God, I thought, that's my autobiography. A critic named Carlin Romano said it and, although I'm not familiar with his work, he had us newspaper people down pretty good.
ENTERTAINMENT
July 13, 1990 | By Renee Lucas Wayne, Daily News Staff Writer
The corpse in the window won't know "whodunnit," but Norma Frank and Robert Nissenbaum will. They won't tell you, though. Proprietors of the new Mystery Books in Ardmore, Frank and Nissenbaum own the only store in the area where time after time a leisurely chill out leads to a rub-out. Personable, knowledgeable and well-read when it comes to the genre, the husband and wife team have been trading professionally in the cold hard facts of murder, mayhem and other crimes since they opened the store in May. "We opened the store because we like to read mysteries and were having trouble finding the books we wanted," Frank explained.
NEWS
June 29, 1988 | By Richard Cohen
Damn you, Stephen Hawking. Damn you and your A Brief History of Time, which sits on the best-seller lists and which has been praised as a scientific book written for the layman - an important book about the beginnings of the universe, of time and matter and the "unified theory" that would explain everything: everything, that is, but how the layman can possibly be expected to understand this book. A theoretical physicist at Cambridge University, Hawking is famous both for his gifts and his misfortune.
ENTERTAINMENT
January 15, 1986 | By Jill Gerston, Inquirer Staff Writer
People, People who read People, Are the most puzzled people in the world . . . . What are devoted readers to make of the latest issue of the celebrity gossip bible? "The 25 Most Irritating People of 1985"? Irritating? Nancy Reagan, Mary Lou Retton, Sylvester Stallone, Phil Donahue, Claus von Bulow (with a hypodermic syringe, no less) . . . enshrined together on a bright red cover? Really, People, is nothing sacred? Apparently not. The cover is just for starters.
NEWS
December 3, 1987 | By James Baldwin
I was born in Harlem 31 years ago. I began plotting novels at about the time I learned to read. The story of my childhood is the usual bleak fantasy, and we can dismiss it with the restrained observation that I certainly would not consider living it again. In those days my mother was given to the exasperating and mysterious habit of having babies. As they were born, I took them over with one hand and held a book with the other. The children probably suffered, though they have since been kind enough to deny it, and in this way I read Uncle Tom's Cabin and A Tale of Two Cities over and over and over again; in this way, in fact, I read just about everything I could get my hands on - except the Bible, probably because it was the only book I was encouraged to read.
NEWS
January 3, 1999 | By Catherine Quillman, INQUIRER SUBURBAN STAFF
In many ways, N.C. Wyeth, the Chadds Ford illustrator who is the patriarch of one of the nation's best-known art dynasties, is a biographer's dream subject. For one thing, the artist left behind what David Michaelis, author of the recently published and only biography of N.C. Wyeth, calls a "mountainous, voluminous" amount of correspondence. Then there are the scrapbooks, exhibit catalogs, diary accounts, studio journals and unpublished memoirs. Wyeth's paintings and illustrations helped Michaelis when he "got stuck" on the writing, as he put it, and needed inspiration.