The Street I Know: The Autobiography of the Last of the Bohemians
Rowman & Littlefield, 22 paź 2014 - 412
The legend of Harold Sterns, the Last of the Bohemians, begins in 1912 when he runs naked through Harvard Yard, a twenty year-old man acting on impulse and looking like Shelley. At thirty-two he had left the United States, disgusted with the sordid red-baiting and prohibition snooping of the early twenties, disgusted also perhaps with himself, vowing never to return to a country so inhospitable to civilization.
Harold Stearns symbolized the bitter emptiness, the bewildered desperation of the generation that had survived a war only to face a world bent on forgetting its political sins in lust and liquor, or whatever anodyne the moment might bring. Those strange futile years have been immortalized in the fiction of Hemingway and Fitzgerald; but here, in Stearn’s narrative, they make their way into biography. No one has written more soberly about that drunken state of mind; no one has been more continent in describing these excesses; no one has romanticized less about the absurd romantic attitudes of the literary Bohemia. Stearns recreates for us a world that is already as remote and fantastic as a lost continent that has sunk beneath the sea. The legend is completed by Stearn’s return to America and his telling of this tale.
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XII THE FIRST OF THE SYMPOSIUMS
XIII PARISIAN FLIMSY
XIV AROUND FRANCE AND BACK HOME
XV PETER PICKEM ON THE PONIES
XVI NEWSPAPERS FOLLY LITERATURE
XVII WINNING DAYS
XVIII THE THREAT OF BLINDNESSAND COLLIOURE
XIX BROKE AND BITTER
IX THE DIAL UNDER A DARK SKY
X PEACE AND MARRIAGE
XI WHAT CAN A YOUNG MAN DO?
XX HOME ONCE MORE
XXI CAN LIFE BEGIN AT 44?
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