Summary of Tennessee Williams's Memoirs
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
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#1 I once visited a house that had a library with almost nothing but large leather-bound volumes. I found a secret doorway, and inside was a real book that was titled International Who's Who. I pulled the book out of its case and turned to the index to see if I had made that scene. I was pleased to discover that there was some harmless inaccuracies.
#2 I had received a grant of one thousand dollars from the National Institute of Arts and Letters in the year in which I had to hock literally everything I owned, including an old borrowed typewriter and everything else old and new and portable.
#3 There were, in the forties, certain fabulously fat pocketbooks that scattered bits of much-publicized dole to young talents. But none of these programs came early enough to have saved the artists from their own destruction.
#4 I was a feather picker on a squab ranch in Los Angeles in 1939. I received a telegram from the Group Theatre in New York informing me that I had received a special award of one hundred dollars for a group of one-act plays called American Blues.
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Sample Book Insights:
#1 I once visited a house that had a library with almost nothing but large leather-bound volumes. I found a secret doorway, and inside was a real book that was titled International Who's Who. I pulled the book out of its case and turned to the index to see if I had made that scene. I was pleased to discover that there was some harmless inaccuracies.
#2 I had received a grant of one thousand dollars from the National Institute of Arts and Letters in the year in which I had to hock literally everything I owned, including an old borrowed typewriter and everything else old and new and portable.
#3 There were, in the forties, certain fabulously fat pocketbooks that scattered bits of much-publicized dole to young talents. But none of these programs came early enough to have saved the artists from their own destruction.
#4 I was a feather picker on a squab ranch in Los Angeles in 1939. I received a telegram from the Group Theatre in New York informing me that I had received a special award of one hundred dollars for a group of one-act plays called American Blues.
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