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Favorites from This Writer's Bookshelf

How The Other Half Lives by Jacob Riis

Southerners by Marshall Frady

Winners and Losers by Gloria Emerson

everything by James Thurber

Faces in the Crowd by Gary Giddins

Sir Vidia’s Shadow; The Happy Hills of Oceania; The Dark Star Safari; Sunrise with Seamonsters by Paul Theroux

Main Street by Sinclair Lewis (fiction)

And Other Stories by John O’Hara (fiction)

The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

The Jump Book by Philippe Halsman (photographs)

Veeck - as in Wreck by Bill Veeck

Complete Poems by Carl Sandburg

My Two Wars; Living Poor; The Farm on the River of Emeralds; and The Saddest Pleasure by Mortiz Thomsen

A Puerto Rican in New York by Jesus Colon

Farewell to Sport; Mrs. ‘Arris Goes to Paris (and New York - both fiction) by Paul Gallico

The Undertaking by Thomas Lynch

The Gay Talese Reader by Gay Talese

The Fireside Book of Boxing and The Professional by Bill Heinz

The Glory of Their Times by Lawrence Ritter

The Collected Stories of Isaac Bashevis Singer (fiction)

Up in the Old Hotel by Joseph Mitchell

everything by Pearl S. Buck (fiction)

The Red Smith Reader

Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The Harder They Fall by Budd Schulberg (fiction)

A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain by Robert Olen Butler (fiction)

Down These Mean Streets by Piri Thomas

Dear Fatherland, Rest Quietly by Margaret Bourke-White

More than Meets the Eye by Carl Mydans

Mary Ellen Mark 25 Years (photography)

Calder’s Universe

Low Life by Luc Sante

The Power Broker by Robert Caro

New York Noir (photographs)

On Photography by Susan Sontag

Ansel Adams - Classic Images (photographs)

My American Century by Studs Turkel


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