Hinde Esther Singer was born in Poland on March 31, 1881, the daughter of Bathsheva and Pinchos Mendel Singer. Bathsheva was an intellectual, but both Bathsheva's father and her husband disapproved of erudite women. Clive Sinclair bathshevabeardaughter share on social
As I was writing, I realised I wasn't sufficiently extrovert to gather enough interesting souls with tall tales around me. I was no Louis Theroux. But neither was I interested in exploring my inner life in public, in the manner of a Jonathan Raban. Clive Sinclair exploreextrovertgather share on social
Of course the 19th century remained in blissful ignorance of post-modern irony, and the dime novels were made without end. Clive Sinclair 19thblissfulcentury Change image and share on social
Heinrich Heine once imagined the exiled Israelite as a dog who regains his stolen manhood only when he embraces the Sabbath bride. I see western swing performing a similar function in hardscrabble Texas, turning dirt-poor hired hands into Dapper Dans with magic feet at the Saturday night hoe-down. Clive Sinclair bridedansdapper share on social
Even when she was alive, Esther Kreitman's novels, short stories and translations received far less attention than the work of her famous brothers, I. J. and Isaac Bashevis Singer. Clive Sinclair aliveattentionbashevis Change image and share on social
I had a Latin master who, for no rational reason whatsoever - I was a very quiet kid at school - just hated me. Clive Sinclair hatekidlatin Change image and share on social
The idea of the split personality is as old as Genesis. For a start, Eve was manufactured from Adam's rib. Then there's Cain and Abel, twins at war. They were followed by Esau and Jacob, likewise divisible into hairy and smooth types. Clive Sinclair abeladamcain share on social
I'm completely lacking any sense of religious belief, but I am superstitious. Clive Sinclair beliefcompletelylack Change image and share on social
I can't go to bed with John Wayne, so I do the next best thing: I go to bed with my girlfriend, who once met the great man. That's how much I love westerns. Clive Sinclair bedgirlfriendgreat Change image and share on social
The summer of 1976 was so hot that bars of chocolate melted on the shelves before confectioners could sell them. Clive Sinclair barchocolateconfectioner Change image and share on social