The son of Italian immigrants grew up in a house where there were virtually no books. In the small, World War II-era town of Ocean City, N.J., Gay Talese spent afternoons listening to plump ladies with deep pockets tell stories from across the counter of his mother’s dress shop.
They were talking about the war, their [...]
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Gay Talese at Boston University narrative conference: “I don’t want something juicy; I want the closest I can get to the truth”
April 24, 2010 – 7:57 am
