Eve Babitz (1943–2021)
Forfatter af Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, The Flesh, and L.A.
Om forfatteren
Eve Babitz is the author of five critically acclaimed books She is a frequent contributor to magazines and weeklies, including Vogue, Elle, and L.A. Weekly. As a lifelong resident of Los Angeles and a graduate of Hollywood High, Babitz has spent her life capturing the elusive spirit of this vis mere enigmatic city. vis mindre
Værker af Eve Babitz
I Used to Be Charming: The Rest of Eve Babitz (New York Review Books Classics) (2019) 84 eksemplarer
The Cool School (WS) 1 eksemplar
Late dager, ville netter 1 eksemplar
La mia Hollywood 1 eksemplar
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- Fødselsdato
- 1943-05-13
- Dødsdag
- 2021-12-17
- Køn
- female
- Nationalitet
- USA
- Fødested
- Los Angeles, California, USA
- Dødssted
- Los Angeles, California, USA
- Dødsårsag
- Huntington's disease (complications)
- Bopæl
- Los Angeles, California, USA
- Uddannelse
- Hollywood High School
- Erhverv
- author
artist - Agent
- Erica Spellman Silverman
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- Værker
- 13
- Also by
- 2
- Medlemmer
- 1,274
- Popularitet
- #20,133
- Vurdering
- 3.8
- Anmeldelser
- 34
- ISBN
- 57
- Sprog
- 5
- Udvalgt
- 5
Here are some quotes from the book that stood out to me while reading.
“The more someone liked her writing, the fewer clothes she felt she had on”
“Sometimes when you have had a little too much to drink, people who don’t know how wonderful you are might get the wrong impression” — “You’re fun when you’re drunk. The life of the party”
“Jacaranda’s face mirrored, over and over in the shop windows, how vulnerable and foreign she was.”
“Those skies had been done as well as they ever could be. All the art she’d ever done was but a thimbleful of color compared to one inch of this Matisse…Picasso had been through the sky, come out the other end, dug to China with a child’s shovel, and sen opposite skies…while Matisse just sat at home. And somehow his skies were bluer.”… (mere)