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92y:

From the Poetry Center Archive: John Cheever reads “The Swimmer”

On Thursday night, 92Y’s Unterberg Poetry Center will present “John Cheever at 100,” a centennial celebration of the great fiction writer with readings and remembrances by Susan Cheever (his daughter), Blake Bailey (his biographer), Allan Gurganus (a former student) and Michael Chabon (one of his biggest fans).

The evening will also feature some audio excerpts from Cheever’s two appearances here at 92Y (in 1964 and 1977), but today, in anticipation, we’d like to share a recording of Cheever reading one of his most famous stories, “The Swimmer” at 92Y on December 19, 1977.

“The story was made into a film some of you may have seen,” Cheever remarked before he began to read. “It still runs on late-night television. I know because people always call me and say, ‘Hey, you’re in the movies!’ It’s usually about half past 11… . Here again the story has had an international success, and the various interpretations have always interested me. It’s very popular in Russia, for example, where there are almost no swimming pools and where almost nobody swims.”

Burt Lancaster starred in the adaptation, which was shot in May of 1966. “Though an acrobat, a boxer, and a horseman,” Bailey reports in his biography, “Lancaster could scarcely swim a stroke and had been working since April with the UCLA swimming coach.” Cheever himself makes a brief cameo at a poolside cocktail party. Unhappy with the original cut, the producer delayed the film’s release until 1968. After attending the premiere, Cheever wrote to a friend: “It is not a great picture, but it is faithful to the story, and at the end, when he returns to the empty house, grown men weep.” And he thought Lancaster was terrific—“both young and old, masterful and tearful … lithe and haggard.”

Bailey says that Cheever had been nervous about meeting Lancaster that first day on set, but “after shooting was finished that morning, the actor put on a bathrobe and had a poolside lunch with Cheever…after which Cheever (evidently over the worst of his shyness) ‘jumped beararse’ into the water.”

In an ongoing effort to share with our readers some of the great literary moments which the Poetry Center has presented across the decades, this blog has begun to feature regular postings of archival recordings. To purchase tickets to “John Cheever at 100,” please click here. And for access to other recordings from the Poetry Center archive, please click here.

my-life-ambition:

“And that, my friends, is a five-second career lesson that will last a lifetime” #stevemartin #quote #career (Taken with instagram)

my-life-ambition:

“And that, my friends, is a five-second career lesson that will last a lifetime” #stevemartin #quote #career (Taken with instagram)

thedailywhat:

Ye Olde Stapling of the Day: As Redditor mytoeshurt points out, how could the teacher be sure it was truly the student’s homework “if it did not bear the official seal of his house”?
[reddit.]

thedailywhat:

Ye Olde Stapling of the Day: As Redditor mytoeshurt points out, how could the teacher be sure it was truly the student’s homework “if it did not bear the official seal of his house”?

[reddit.]

thatsnice:

On this day in history let us not forget that the award for Best Boyfriend In The Universe still belongs to undefeated champion Tom Miller— boyfriend of Kathrine Switzer, who in 1967 became the first woman to run the Boston marathon with an official numbered bib at a time when women were barred from marathon running for being too frail to compete.
When Jock Semple (no seriously), the Race Director for the marathon, saw a woman running— a WOMAN! running alongside the strong MEN! Using her WOMAN LEGS! Like some kind of COMPETITOR! he leaped from the administrator’s bus screaming that a dame (side note: can we bring this back, please?) had no place in his race and attempted to rip her number off her chest and tackle her to the ground. Katherine— who was wearing LIPSTICK like some kind of WOMAN, she was a WOMAN running like a MAN but with long HAIR I mean SERIOUSLY, WHAT NEXT— was admittedly terrified of this pasty Scottish man screaming in her face that she should Get the hell out of my race and give me that number, DAME! (Say it out loud, it feels righteous.)
When it became clear that Katherine could not get away from Semple, who had her by the shirt, Katherine’s 235-pound boyfriend Tom delivered a pretty gorgeous body-block, sent Semple flying—literally, flying through the air, where he then fell and looked sort of dead for while—and the two kept running. They kept running for the remaining 22.2 miles. That’s a lot of miles. History was embarrassed of its previous behaviors; it soon let women register to run marathons. Semple became known as a bastion of the Old Guard, the sad and angry misogynistwho would be left behind as the world forged on. Switzer became an icon, a Hall of Famer, a 35+ marathon completer. 
The lesson: Ladies if you’ve got a man who will send a crazy woman-hater flying through the air, hold on to him, keep running, keep being a dame, keep your numbers. 

thatsnice:

On this day in history let us not forget that the award for Best Boyfriend In The Universe still belongs to undefeated champion Tom Miller— boyfriend of Kathrine Switzer, who in 1967 became the first woman to run the Boston marathon with an official numbered bib at a time when women were barred from marathon running for being too frail to compete.

When Jock Semple (no seriously), the Race Director for the marathon, saw a woman running— a WOMAN! running alongside the strong MEN! Using her WOMAN LEGS! Like some kind of COMPETITOR! he leaped from the administrator’s bus screaming that a dame (side note: can we bring this back, please?) had no place in his race and attempted to rip her number off her chest and tackle her to the ground. Katherine— who was wearing LIPSTICK like some kind of WOMAN, she was a WOMAN running like a MAN but with long HAIR I mean SERIOUSLY, WHAT NEXT— was admittedly terrified of this pasty Scottish man screaming in her face that she should Get the hell out of my race and give me that number, DAME! (Say it out loud, it feels righteous.)

When it became clear that Katherine could not get away from Semple, who had her by the shirt, Katherine’s 235-pound boyfriend Tom delivered a pretty gorgeous body-block, sent Semple flying—literally, flying through the air, where he then fell and looked sort of dead for while—and the two kept running. They kept running for the remaining 22.2 miles. That’s a lot of miles. History was embarrassed of its previous behaviors; it soon let women register to run marathons. Semple became known as a bastion of the Old Guard, the sad and angry misogynistwho would be left behind as the world forged on. Switzer became an icon, a Hall of Famer, a 35+ marathon completer. 

The lesson: Ladies if you’ve got a man who will send a crazy woman-hater flying through the air, hold on to him, keep running, keep being a dame, keep your numbers. 

slaughterhouse90210:

“The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.”
—Karen Russell, Swamplandia!

slaughterhouse90210:

“The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.”

—Karen Russell, Swamplandia!

For lovers of baseball and deadpan (sry for the screenshot)

For lovers of baseball and deadpan (sry for the screenshot)

Political news post - sorry but they’re closing down my city

Dear Tea-Partiers, Big Government Conservatives, and general Fox News devotees,

Prepare for some broad-brush statements - I’m sure you are familiar with this sort of didacticism:

I will admit that I admire Fox News.  The commitment to message.  The mind-blowing reality-denying gymnastics that go into the promotion of that message at all costs, in any situation, is truly truly magnificent to behold.  In times of my own personal weakness, I’m reminded that there are people out there who 1) run marathons and 2) produce “news” segments at Fox News.  You are the tireless among us.  You are, frankly, an inspiration. 

Those of you who watch, regurgitate, and yell along with Fox News without an iota of critical reflection:  You are pathetic, and you are what’s wrong with America.  Have some self-respect.  Use your brains.  Improve yourselves and improve your communities.

Sincerely,

Just some 20-something that you don’t give a hoot about, but actually I’m somebody’s (TWO somebody’s) daughter and I matter.