Leonard Michaels
Author profile
born
January 02, 1933
in New York, New York, The United States
died
May 10, 2003
gender
male
genre
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The Collected Stories
— published 2007 — 4 editions |
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Sylvia
by Leonard Michaels, Diane Johnson — published 1992 — 6 editions |
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I Would Have Saved Them If I Could
— published 1975 — 3 editions |
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The Men's Club
— published 2010 — 7 editions |
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Going Places
— 3 editions |
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The Essays of Leonard Michaels
by Leonard Michaels, Katharine Ogden Michaels — published 2009 — 3 editions |
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Time out of Mind: The Diaries of Leonard Michaels, 1961-1995
— published 1999 — 2 editions |
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ناخمن
by Leonard Michaels, مهتاب کلانتری — 2 editions |
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A Girl with a Monkey: New and Selected Stories
— published 2000 |
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Shuffle
— published 1990 — 2 editions |
“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


























