Anatole Broyard
Anatole Broyard
Anatole Paul Broyardwas an American writer, literary critic and editor born in New Orleans who wrote for The New York Times. In addition to his many reviews and columns, he published short stories, essays, and two books during his lifetime. His autobiographical works, Intoxicated by My Illnessand Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir, were published after his death. He had moved to Brooklyn, New York with his family as a youth...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 July 1920
CountryUnited States of America
Anatole Broyard quotes about
She was a spendthrift of the spirit, an American in Paris when, as Evelyn Waugh said, the going was good.
People have no idea what a hard job it is for two writers to be friends. Sooner or later you have to talk about each other's work.
Lapped in poetry, wrapped in the picturesque, armed with logical sentences and inalienable words.
To be misunderstood can be the writer's punishment for having disturbed the reader's peace. The greater the disturbance, the greater the possibility of misunderstanding.
Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.
The epic implications of being human end in more than this: We start our lives as if they were momentous stories, with a beginning, a middle and an appropriate end, only to find that they are mostly middles.
The more I like a book, the more slowly I read. this spontaneous talking back to a book is one of the things that makes reading so valuable.
The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night stands or "reads" for them.
For years they have been using the role of 'sex object' as a cover while they spied out the land.
In an age like ours, which is not given to letter-writing, we forget what an important part it used to play in people's lives.
There is something about seeing real people on a stage that makes a bad play more intimately, more personally offensive than any other art form.
There are few things more subtly distressing than an inappropriate gift from someone close to you.
Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.
A whole generation of writers dined out on the dialectic between original cultures and their culture by "progress.