Davies, Robertson, 1913-1995.
For your eye alone.
New York : Viking, 2001
|提及的人：||Robertson Davies; Robertson 1913-1995 Davies|
Robertson Davies; Judith Skelton Grant
|描述：||xiii, 402 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.|
|内容：||January 1976-March 1979, The Rebel Angels planned --
April 1979-January 1982, The Rebel Angels written and published --
February 1982-July 1984, What's Bred in the Bone planned and written --
August 1984-December 1986, What's Bred in the Bone revised and published; "Keel Laid" for The Lyre of Orpheus --
January 1987-December 1988, The Lyre of Orpheus written and publsihed; some notes made for Murther & Walking Spirits --
January 1989-September 1991, Murther & Walking Spirits planned, written and published --
October 1991-December 1993, The Cunning Man planned and written --
January 1994-October 1995, The Cunning Man published; planning of the next novel begun.
|责任：||Robertson Davies ; selected and edited by Judith Skelton Grant.|
"Robertson Davies brought a great sense of style to everything he wrote. Whether it was a letter to his daughter ("Love from us both, Daddy") or a formal letter to the editor disemboweling a hostile review that concludes humbly ("I am content to remain, Yours, writhing in deserved ignominy ..."), he wrote with care, with zest, and in a clearly distinctive voice." "Since these letters written by Davies have been selected from the years when he was at the height of his fame, the recipients range widely, from Sir John Gielgud to Margaret Atwood to his publishers around the world. Naturally, like all the best letters, they contain fascinating gossip: "... and Salvador Dali, at the next table, raised his eyebrows and popped his eyes to such a degree that I feared they might leave their moorings and bounce about the floor."" "The title of the book comes from a confidential letter to Jack McClelland and hints at the secrets to be learned from these letters. This "over the shoulder" look at his private correspondence shows us Davies in a variety of roles: as a keen theatergoer writing a letter of congratulations to an actor after a fine performance; as a professional writer advocating to a cabinet minister fair rates for authors; as a husband constructing a handwritten circular card to convey loving birthday greetings to his wife; as a bearer of health - giving good cheer to an ailing friend; and as a novelist struggling with his new books, and admitting to his doubts about them." "The letters are frequently testy, tart, and not always "politically correct." Among those who felt his sting are Judith Skelton Grant, his biographer, and Douglas Gibson, his publisher, but other, more deserving targets are suitably chastised. And whether they are funny, moving, or thought provoking, these private letters provide a new look at the private Davies, revealed in his own vigorous words."--BOOK JACKET.