![]() ![]() And pleased I genuinely was, for I was twenty-eight, trying to make a reputation as a writer, and it was after all the New York Times we were talking about, the august New York Times. Calmed down, I later wired back that I would be pleased to comply. It was signed by an editor of the New York Times Book Review. Review due four weeks from today.” No fee was mentioned. With nervous fingers, I pried open the telegram, which, if memory serves, read: “Can you give us 1,000 words on Alfred Kazin’s ‘Starting Out in the Thirties’? Book to follow. ![]() could only mean bad news: university degree rescinded report to IRS with past seven years’ receipts in hand family wiped out in flood. ![]() My imagination of disaster told me that a telegram at 6:30 a.m. In my combined drowsiness and incipient panic, I neglected to tip him. There on the porch stood an older man, who, after announcing he was from Western Union, handed me a telegram. At 6:30 one morning in 1965 in Little Rock, Arkansas, the doorbell rang, waking me. ![]()
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