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Intoxicated by My Illness And Other Writings on Life and Death (Book): Broyard, Anatole: Anatole Broyard, long-time book critic, book review editor, and essayist for the New York Times, wants to be remembered. He will be, with this collection of irreverent, humorous essays he wrote concerning the ordeals of life and death--many of which were written during the battle with cancer that led to.
Racial identity: Henry Louis Gates Jr. and Anatole Broyard by Robert Fulford (Globe and Mail, November 23, 1999)For many years, Anatole Broyard of The New York Times was a dashing figure in literary New York, a critic of exceptional charm and wit. He was said to be one of those people who talk spontaneously in well-shaped and often funny sentences.
Anatole Broyard was born in 1920 in New Orleans, Louisiana, into a mixed-race Louisiana Creole family, the son of Paul Anatole Broyard, a carpenter and construction worker, and his wife, Edna Miller, neither of whom had finished elementary school.Broyard was descended from ancestors who were established as free people of color before the Civil War.
Anatole Broyard spent most of his life as a writer, literary critic, teacher and editor. Broyard worked as a book critic for the New York Times Book Review for 15 years followed by an additional three years as an editor. While teaching creative writing at the college level he continued to write short stories, personal essays and book reviews.
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I think of Anatole Broyard's essay, “The Patient Examines the Doctor”, in which he describes his physicians with an exuberant irreverence: “While (my doctor) inevitably feels superior to me because he is the doctor and I am the patient”, Broyard writes, “I'd like him to know that I feel superior to him, too, that he is my patient also and I have my diagnosis of him.
In 1946, Anatole Broyard was a dapper, earnest, fledgling avant-gardist, intoxicated by books, sex, and the neighborhood that offered both in such abundance. Stylish written, mercurially witty, imbued with insights that are both What Hemingway's A Moveable Feast did for Paris in the 1920s, this charming yet undeceivable memoir does for Greenwich Village in the late 1940s.