After a time of sickness and suffering, Irving Howe, in the year before his death, regained an animating interest in life. For a while, free of the grim paraphernalia of doctoring and hospitals, he gained shelter. His spirits revived, and …
I have tried these last weeks at all hours of the day to evoke Irving’s voice, its cadence, its fluency, and a freshness of tone that the years never made stale. There were moments when I would listen so closely …
I was born in New York City, and I have lived in or around it for a good part of my life. Some neighborhoods, although altered nearly beyond recognition, are still charged for me with the emotions of past events—at …
