Harold Brodkey
Harold Brodkey
Harold Brodkey, born Aaron Roy Weintraub, was an American short-story writer and novelist. He is the father of Temi Rose, born Ann Emily Brodkey...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 October 1930
CountryUnited States of America
account death drove european events flights jewish mother revolution russian
So an autobiography about death should include, in my case, an account of European Jewry and of Russian and Jewish events - pogroms and flights and murders and the revolution that drove my mother to come here.
american-author nearly particular
This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over.
alike anger explosions immediacy reviewers seen stage vanity
His brutish explosions of anger, his displays of vanity on stage were seen by pretentious and unpretentious reviewers alike as having an immediacy new to the theater.
opinions thousands
I have thousands of opinions still, but that is down from millions, and as always, I know nothing.
sweet sorry home
I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not.
new-york thinking anchors
Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can't think of any other place I'd rather die than here.
new-york party long
In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything.
years long adoption
It bothers me that I won't live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister by adoption, that that was how long I wanted to live: seventy years.
loss funeral darkness
It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.
degrees abstinence aids
I have AIDS. I am surprised that I do. I have not been exposed since1977, which is to say that my experience, myadventures in homosexuality took place largely in the1960s and '70s, and back then I relied on time and abstinence to indicate my degree of freedom from infectionand to protect others and myself.
two space young
I'm sixty-two, and it's ecological sense to die while you're still productive, die and clear a space for others, old and young.
halls vague
Death is not soft-mouthed, vague-footed, nearby. It is in the hall.
said-life people should
The disparity between what people said life was and what I knew it to be unnerved me at times, but I swore that nothing would ever make me say life should be anything...
winning instinct
But death's acquisitive instincts will win.