Janet Flanner
Janet Flanner
Janet Flannerwas an American writer and journalist who served as the Paris correspondent of The New Yorker magazine from 1925 until she retired in 1975. She wrote under the pen name "Genêt". She also published a single novel, The Cubical City, set in New York City...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth13 March 1892
CountryUnited States of America
artist hands years
She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.
american-journalist built closer life
She was built for crowds. She has never come any closer to life than the dinner table.
baby war fighting
Women have invented nothing in all that, except the men who were born as male babies and grew up to be men big enough to be killed fighting.
hair want
When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.
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The stench of human wreckage in which the Nazi regime finally sank down to defeat has been the most shocking fact of modern times.
war men suffering
By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented . . .
class mind quality
I am invariably and have been since adolescence inimical to the Republican mind which shows at the most inflated size the bad qualities of the bourgeoisie rather than the good qualities of the middle class which the Democrats call forth.
sea sailor culinary
I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors.
dying littles genius
Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.
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Proust has been dead since 1922, yet the annual appearance of his posthumous works has left him, to the reader, alive. Now there is nothing left to publish. Five years after his interment, Proust seems dead for the first time.
running men mountain
[Charles de Gaulle] has been abysmally careless, like a man running a bus over mountains, who forgot to equip it with good brakes.
moving passion steel
The German passion for bureaucracy -- for written and signal forms . . . to move about, to work, to exist -- is like a steel pin pinning each French individual to a sheet of paper, the way an entomologist pins each specimen insect . . .
art maternity duncan
Isadore [Duncan], who had an un-American genius for art, for organizing love, maternity, politics and pedagogy on a great personal scale, had also an un-American genius for grandeur.
money war men
[On World War II:] The war, which destroyed so much of everything, was also constructive, in a way. It established clearly the cold, and finally unhypocritical fact that the most important thing on earth to men today is money.