40 years ago
yesterday, when our guys did the first moon walk, and I believe one of them even whacked a golf ball on its dusty surface, I was in Pacific Grove, California, glued to Walter Cronkite at George and Ann Crile’s house, and I wrote this little vignette of their elderly French neighbors.
Pacific Grove. Sunday, July …Read More
#37: A Writer Looks At His Career
By Alex Shoumatoff
Writers tend to have an inflated sense of their own importance and lasting worth. Mine was deflated in 1999, by a visit to the basement of Alfred Knopf, the eminent publishing house. I was doing a magazine piece on the remarkable, feisty couple, Alfred and Blanche Knopf, who founded it. There, on row …Read More