P.S.: Further Thoughts from a Lifetime of Listening
Studs Terkel
Language: English
Pages: 230
ISBN: B0054JY7Y2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The pieces in P.S. reflect Studs’s wide-ranging interests and travels, as well as his abiding connection to his hometown, Chicago. Here we have a fascinating conversation with James Baldwin, possibly Studs’s finest interview with an author; pieces on the colorful history and culture of Chicago; vivid portraits of Studs’s heroes and cohorts (including an insightful and still timely interview with songwriter Yip Harburg, known for his “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime”); and the transcript of Studs’s famous broadcast on the Depression, the very moving essence of what was to become Hard Times.
A fitting postscript to a lifetime of listening, P.S. is a truly Terkelesque display of Studs’s extraordinary range of talent and the amazing people he found to talk to.
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In Europe, it occurred to me that what Americans in Europe did not know about Europeans is precisely what they didn’t know about me. And what Americans today don’t know about the rest of the world, like Cuba, or Africa, is what they don’t know about me. An incoherent—totally incoherent—foreign policy of this country is a reflection of the incoherence of the private lives here. So we don’t even know our own names. No, we don’t. That’s the whole point. And I suggest this: that in order to.
Learn your name, you’re going to have to learn mine. In a way, the American Negro is the key figure in this country. And if we don’t face him, we will never face anything. If I don’t know your name, I, a white man, will never know mine. Thinking now, as a country—We think of Africa immediately, and you have, again (returning to your work, by the way, may I suggest this work to listeners—James Baldwin’s. Nobody Knows My Name, published by Dial, and even though I say it is a collection of.
Do they know of the comic art of clout? What do they know of the fine and lively art of Vincent De Paul Garrity? To begin. Red Quinlan, the most original and imaginative of Chicago television executives, was, at the time, station manager of WBKB, an affiliate of ABC. Derring-do was Red’s most singular and endearing attribute. While TV executives, not just here but throughout our promised land, were ciphers, superfluous in swivel chairs, Red risked. He made errors, the kind a wide-ranging.
And we invited them over to have something to eat with us, and they refused. Well, I could see that the baby . . . the baby was crying from hunger. Finally, I—me and some others—went down to bum the center of town, and I figured probably that they didn’t have any bottle to feed the baby with, or any milk. And I remember going into a drugstore and seeing the druggist and bumming a baby bottle with a nipple. Now, can you imagine a guy bumming a baby bottle and a nipple? Then I went and bummed the.
Do Oh, sinner, what will you do Oh, sinner, what will you do When the stars begin to fall? [A brief recapitulation of the opening: the Japanese woman and the translator saying, “They were looking up in the sky, trying to spot the airplane”; the Japanese children’s song; the couple around the dinner table saying, “Heck, when I was nine or ten years old, I was wondering if the pond would have polliwogs in it this year”; once again the American children’s song, “Children of the Lord”; followed.