Herman Wouk
Herman Wouk
Herman Woukis an American author, whose best-selling 1951 novel The Caine Mutiny won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. His other works include the highly acclaimed The Winds of War and War and Remembrance, historical novels about World War II, and non-fiction such as This Is My God, a popular explanation of Judaism from a Modern Orthodox perspective, written for Jewish and non-Jewish audiences. His books have been translated into 27 languages. The Washington Post called Wouk, who cherishes his privacy,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 May 1915
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
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Judaism has always been a strong interest of mine. My two sons speak Hebrew and are familiar with the scriptures and with rabbinic literature. This is the way we live.
The only imaginative fiction being written today is income tax returns.
The Talmud: Heart's Blood of the Jewish Faith...
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.
The films of The Caine Mutiny and Marjorie Morningstar always seemed to me mere thin skims of the story lines, and I never did see a meager Hollywood caper called Youngblood Hawke, vaguely based on my 800-page novel. So it was that I opted for television, with its much broader time limits, for The Winds of War.
Strange, isn't it, that warfare has come down to fencing with complicated toys that only a few seedy scholars can make or understand.
... a war always ends.
Every hour spent on the Caine was a great hour in all our lives-if you don't think so now you will later on, more and more.
My two sons speak Hebrew, and are familiar with the scriptures and with rabbinic literature. This is the way we live.
I felt there's a wealth in Jewish tradition, a great inheritance. I'd be a jerk not to take advantage of it.
War is a business in which a lot of people watch a few people get killed and are damn glad it wasn't them.
Let us fill a cup and drink to that most noble, ridiculous, laughable, sublime figure in our lives... The Young Man Who Was. Let us drink to his dreams, for they were rainbow-colored; to his appetites, for they were strong; to his blunders, for they were huge; to his pains for they were sharp; to his time for it was brief; and to his end, for it was to become one of us.
I learned about machinery, I learned how men behaved under pressure, and I learned about Americans.
Discount my partiality, but my report is that so far The Winds of War is looking good.