Sunday, July 17, 2016

"The first written words started here" at Uruk, Iraq.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnXjdv_GM9g
http://deadspin.com/the-story-behind-bob-beamons-miracle-jump-and-the-only-1736766124
This has happened in the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City
 ................ Officials had installed an electronic measuring device that ran 
on a rail alongside the pit. The judges moved the optical sight to the point 
where Beamon landed — out, farther, out some more – until it fell off the 
far end of the rail. They hurried off to find a measuring tape.
Some 20 minutes passed as the officials checked and double-checked the 
distance. Finally, three numbers were posted on the scoreboard: 8.90.
It was the distance of the jump in meters, and Beamon did not realize 
what that was in feet and inches. Boston informed him it was beyond 
29 feet–and Beamon collapsed onto the track..."


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Great interviews of the 20th century


David Frost's interview with Richard Nixon broadcast in May 1977
https://www.theguardian.com/theguardian/2007/sep/07/greatinterviews1





Interviews - the PARIS REVIEW

William Faulkner, The Art of Fiction No. 12


Harold Pinter, The Art of Theater No. 3

Philip Roth, The Art of Fiction No. 84


Hilary Mantel, Art of Fiction No. 226

Alice Munro, The Art of Fiction No. 137

Joseph Heller, The Art of Fiction No. 51


Gore Vidal, The Art of Fiction No. 50








Interviews

Haruki Murakami, The Art of Fiction No. 182



Haruki Murakami is not only arguably the most experimental Japanese novelist to have been translated into English, he is also the most popular, with sales in the millions worldwide. His greatest novels inhabit the liminal zone between realism and fable, whodunit and science fiction: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, for example, features a protagonist who is literally of two minds, and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, perhaps his best-known work outside of Japan, begins prosaically—as a man’s search for his missing wife—then quietly mutates into the strangest hybrid narrative since Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy. Murakami’s world is an allegorical one, constructed of familiar symbols—an empty well, an underground city—but the meaning of those symbols remains hermetic to the last. His debt to popular culture (and American pop culture, in particular) notwithstanding, it could be argued that no author’s body of work has ever been more private.
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/2/the-art-of-fiction-no-182-haruki-murakami