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The Collected Stories by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.31 — 98 ratings — published 2007 2 editions |
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Sylvia: A Novel by Leonard Michaels avg rating 3.99 — 101 ratings — published 1992 3 editions |
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Going Places by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.51 — 37 ratings — published 1982 3 editions |
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I Would Have Saved Them If I Could by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.53 — 32 ratings — published 1975 3 editions |
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The Men's Club by Leonard Michaels avg rating 3.62 — 37 ratings — published 1983 7 editions |
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A Girl With a Monkey: New and Selected Stories by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.28 — 18 ratings — published 2000 |
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Time out of Mind: The Diaries of Leonard Michaels, 1961-1995 by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.08 — 12 ratings — published 1999 2 editions |
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The Essays of Leonard Michaels by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.44 — 9 ratings — published 2009 |
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Shuffle by Leonard Michaels avg rating 4.75 — 8 ratings — published 1990 3 editions |
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A Cat by Leonard Michaels avg rating 3.75 — 4 ratings — published 1995 3 editions |
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"There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world."
— Leonard Michaels
— Leonard Michaels
"March 6, 1961
I remembered a party in a house outside of Ann Arbor. There was a jazz band -- piano, bass, drums, and sax -- playing in one of the large rooms. A heavy odor of marijuana hung in the air. The host appeared now and then looking pleased, as if he liked seeing strangers in every room, the party out of his control. It wasn't wild, but with a constant flow of people, who knows what they're doing. It became late and I was a little drunk, wandering from one part of the house to another. I entered a long hall and was surprised by the silence, as if I had entered another house. A girl at the other end of the hall was walking toward me. I saw large blue eyes and very black hair. She was about average height, doll-like features delicate as cut glass, extremely pretty, maybe the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. When she came up to me I took her in my arms and kissed her. She let it happen. We were like creatures in a dream. Holding her hand, I drew her with me and we passed through rooms where people stood about, and then left the house. As we drove away, she said her name was Margo. She was a freshman at the university, from a town in northern Michigan. I took her home. It was obvious she'd never gone home with a man. She didn't seem fearful, only uncertain, the question in her eyes: "What happens next?" What happened next was nothing much. We fell asleep in our clothes. I wasn't the one to make her no different from everyone."
— Leonard Michaels (Time out of Mind: The Diaries of Leonard Michaels, 1961-1995)
I remembered a party in a house outside of Ann Arbor. There was a jazz band -- piano, bass, drums, and sax -- playing in one of the large rooms. A heavy odor of marijuana hung in the air. The host appeared now and then looking pleased, as if he liked seeing strangers in every room, the party out of his control. It wasn't wild, but with a constant flow of people, who knows what they're doing. It became late and I was a little drunk, wandering from one part of the house to another. I entered a long hall and was surprised by the silence, as if I had entered another house. A girl at the other end of the hall was walking toward me. I saw large blue eyes and very black hair. She was about average height, doll-like features delicate as cut glass, extremely pretty, maybe the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. When she came up to me I took her in my arms and kissed her. She let it happen. We were like creatures in a dream. Holding her hand, I drew her with me and we passed through rooms where people stood about, and then left the house. As we drove away, she said her name was Margo. She was a freshman at the university, from a town in northern Michigan. I took her home. It was obvious she'd never gone home with a man. She didn't seem fearful, only uncertain, the question in her eyes: "What happens next?" What happened next was nothing much. We fell asleep in our clothes. I wasn't the one to make her no different from everyone."
— Leonard Michaels (Time out of Mind: The Diaries of Leonard Michaels, 1961-1995)
"Never to have to think of yourself as white is a luxory that makes you deeply stupid."
— Leonard Michaels (The Collected Stories)
— Leonard Michaels (The Collected Stories)
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