promising authors in a range of fields who share Studs' fascination with everyday life in America. |
Race: How Blacks & Whites Think & Feel About the American Obsession. |
Something was still there, that something that distinguishes an artist from a performer: the revealing of self. Here I be. Not for long, but here I be. In sensing her mortality, we sensed our own. |
Studs could have grown up in New York, Chicago or any dirty, industrial city full of conflict, hustle and color. He could definitely not have grown up in San Francisco or L.A. |
Suddenly the sirens are sounding all over Chicago. At the time, the Cold War was going on between us and Russia, and there was great fear through the air. And when people heard the sirens, old women had heart attacks and kids ran under beds because that's what they were taught in school. I remember that moment most, the sirens going on and people not celebrating the Sox but hurrying to the grocery store to store up on stuff for the next month of siege, for [they believed] the Russians were coming. |
The pharaohs didn't lift a finger. That's king and queen. Mrs. Pharaoh's fingernails were as immaculately manicured as Elizabeth Taylor's in Cleopatra. Who built the pyramids? Anonymous slaves down through the centuries. |
You ask what the score of the game was and they wouldn't know who's playing. |