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Hardcover
Publisher: Abrams
ISBN13: 9780810950498
Condition: NEW
Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
This book is Gore Vidal's visual memoir of his remarkable and famously well-lived life. In this collection of photographs, letters, manuscripts, and other selections from Vidal's vast personal archives, readers are now escorted by one of America's wittiest insiders into the Kennedys' Camelot, as well as onto the set of Ben Hur, and into the private lives of Eleanor Roosevelt, Paul Newman, and Tennessee Williams, to name just a few.
Born into public life, here Vidal looks back on his days as an Army officer in WWII, his rise as a groundbreaking and controversial novelist, his years in Hollywood, his forays into the political arena, and his notoriously public triumphs and feuds. Written with Vidal's legendary wit and literary elegance, this book reveals not only the personal reflections of one of the last of the great generation of American writers, but also a captivating social history of the 20th century told by one of our great raconteurs.
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| Fascinating Book |
| Customer Rating: 5 out of 5 |
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This book,essentially a photo autobiography accompanied by some text,gives the reader a good view of the life of
this interesting man. This is a must for those of us who have admired Mr. Vidal for many years;for those of us
who admire and perhaps agree with Mr. Vidal's political viewpoints on many matters,and people,over the many
years of his long,and frequently public life.
I first heard Mr. Vidal speak in June,1960,while he was a young man running for congress in upstate NY. I remember
him then,as now,as a man with a razor-sharp mind,and insight,into many matters,and people.
Mr. Vidal has led such a full life,and befriended so many famous personalities over his long life,that to have such a collection of photos attesting to this is most interesting.
Anyone with even a passing interest in Gore Vidal should buy this book. To the uninitiated,if you read it,you may
find yourself reading more of his work,and viewing him speaking on the internet.
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| Customer Rating: 1 out of 5 |
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Snapshots really.... thats all there is which can only be read with a magnifying glass. The book has no substance what so ever.. The only revelation in the entire book is to confirm that indeed Paul Newman was bi-sexual. If you doubt this, get your magnifying glass and reads the letters from Newman to Gore.
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| A National Treasure |
| Customer Rating: 5 out of 5 |
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As always, Gore Vidal delivers the goods. He should be declared a National Treasure. Actually, he proved himself to be just that many years ago.
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| His last 'real' book, filled with vitriol, wit and dish |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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Gore Vidal is so close to the end he can see the white light. And his legendary intellect has failed him; his opinions now are violent broadsides, his voice the impotent rage of a seer whose vision is darkening. But just look at the cover picture of 'Snapshots in History's Glare' --- my Lord, in his youth, he was stunning.
In the 54 years of their domestic partnership, Howard Auster took thousands of photos of Gore Vidal and their friends. After his death, Vidal chose 360 pictures and graced them with a running commentary on those people and their times. Finished before his acuity failed him, "Snapshots" is his last real book.
It's fun to look at Tennessee Williams in Key West; Mick Jagger and Andy Warhol in Italy; Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman over six decades; campaign shots of John F. Kennedy stumping for Vidal when the writer ran for Congress in 1960, and more more more.
The prose that surrounds those pictures provides just as much fun; it's a riveting account of Vidal's love/hate relationship with America, our politics and our public figures. He names names, nurses grudges and doles out great dish --- this is vintage Gore. And that can be as strong as a double shot of single malt.
In these pages, he starts at the beginning, with childhood villains. Forget his distinguished lineage. Consider his "incorrigible" mother, a sometime actress who "failed a Paramount screen test because of the prominence of her manly moustache." Did you know that Eleanor Roosevelt had a mad Sapphic crush on Amelia Earhart and was "constantly proposing" that they fly around the country, "with Amelia at the controls"? The president of the Guatemalan National Assembly tipped an innocent young Vidal to a CIA-backed overthrow of his government; when that prediction came true, Vidal "discovered American imperialism in action."
Interspersed are photos of brilliant, hunky young men in bathing suits and Army uniforms, book jackets of paperback novels that Vidal knocked out in eight days, photos of houses he bought with book money. Success brought Hollywood work; Vidal wrote "Ben-Hur," but got no credit. ("The higher the profile of the movie, the less chance for the actual creator to be given credit," he notes.) Lots of theater stories. A funny tale of being excised from a photograph with John F. Kennedy.
You'd be disappointed if there were no zingers. Good news: There are plenty. Asked to define commercialism, Vidal remarks, "It's the ability to do well what ought not to be done at all." Bobby Kennedy had "aggressive non-charm." The `60s: "a decade stolen from those of us who were living in it." And he doesn't turn away from the wit of others. Like Tennessee Williams, who stares at Jack Kennedy and mutters, "That boy has a nice ass."
And then we get to William F. Buckley, Jr --- "like Hitler, but without the charm." Vidal tees off on him in every possible way, from his lie about never using makeup on TV --- look, here's a photo of him in the make-up chair --- to dueling hatchet jobs in Esquire Magazine to the inevitable lawsuit that had both sides claiming victory. (Decades later, Buckley wrote to Tina Brown at Vanity Fair that I ought to have my mouth washed out with soap. That was vintage Buckley: fake-patrician and weak on the facts.)
The last third of the book is set at La Rondinaia, the retreat above Ravello that was Auster and Vidal's Italian retreat. More famous guests. More goofy stories ("Fellini always called me Gorino, a diminutive I did not like, and I called him Fred, which I hope he did not like either.") A lawsuit with Capote: "I was persuaded not to ask for the million dollars I knew he had." And, because no one is less sentimental than Gore Vidal, the book ends with photos of Rock Creek Cemetery in Washington, DC, where Auster is buried and Vidal will be. Nice touch.
Put this book on your coffee table, and it will soon fight with the other books there.
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| Good for Vidal fans |
| Customer Rating: 5 out of 5 |
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I have always enjoyed the writings of Gore Vidal. This man has had a very interesting life. This new book is filled with photos and personal stories. I thoroughly enjoyed it and am happy it's in my home library with all his other books.
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