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050	0	0	_aPS3525.I9714 _bU6 1992
082	0	0	_a813.54 _bMIU 1992 _222
100	1		_aMitchell, Joseph _d1908-1996. _910919
245	1	0	_aUp in the old hotel and other stories / _cJoseph Mitchell
260			_aNew York : _bPantheon Books, _cc1992.
300			_axiii, 718 p.; _c25 cm.
500			_aOnline version: Mitchell, Joseph, 1908-1996. Up in the old hotel and other stories. New York : Pantheon Books, c1992 (OCoLC)645858206
505			_aMcSorley's wonderful saloon. The old house at home -- Mazie -- Hit on the head with a cow -- Professor Sea Gull -- A spism and a spasm -- Lady Olga -- Evening with a gifted child -- A sporting man -- The cave dwellers -- King of the Gypsies -- The Gypsy women -- The deaf-mutes club -- Santa Claus Smith -- The don't-swear man -- Obituary of a gin mill -- Houdini's picnic -- The Mohawks in high steel -- All you can hold for five bucks -- A mess of clams -- The same as monkey glands -- Goodbye, Shirley Temple -- On the wagon -- The kind old blonde -- I couldn't dope it out -- The downfall of fascism in Black Ankle County -- I blame it all on Mama -- Uncle Dockery and the independent bull. Old Mr. Flood. Old Mr. Flood -- The black clams -- Mr. Flood's party. The bottom of the harbor. Up in the old hotel -- The bottom of the harbor -- The rats on the waterfront -- Mr. Hunter's grave -- Dragger captain -- The Riverman -- Joe Gould's secret.
520			_aUp in the Old Hotel had its beginnings in the nineteen-thirties, in the hopelessness of the early days of the Great Depression, when Joseph Mitchell, at that time a young newspaper reporter in New York City, gradually became aware that the people be respected the most and got the most pleasure out of interviewing were really pretty strange. "Among them," he once wrote, were visionaries, obsessives, imposters, fanatics, lost souls, the-end-is-near street preachers, old Gypsy kings and old Gypsy queens, and out-and-out freak-show freaks." One of the street preachers was a gloomily eloquent old Southerner named the Reverend Mr. James Jefferson Davis Hall, who carried a WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY? sign up and down the sidewalks of the theatrical district, which he called "the belly and the black heart of that Great Whore of Babylon, the city of New York," for a generation; one of the Gypsy kings was King Cockeye Johnny Nikanov, who liked to say that the difference between Gypsies and gajos, or non-Gypsies, is that a Gypsy will steal gasoline out of the tanks of parked automobiles but that a high-class United States politician gajo will steal a whole damned oil well; one of the freak-show freaks was Jane Barnell, billed as Lady Olga, who was the Bearded Lady in Hubert's Museum and Flea Circus on Forty-second Street and who was a legend in the freak-show world because of her imaginatively sarcastic and sometimes imaginatively obscene and sometimes imaginatively brutal remarks about people in freak-show audiences delivered deadpan and sotto voce to her fellow freaks gathered about her on the platform. These people were extraordinarily dissimilar, but all of them, each and every one of them, protected themselves and kept themselves going by the use of a kind of humor that Mitchell thought of as graveyard humor, and he admired them for this. Even the Reverend Hall depended on this kind of humor to get his points across, and some of his gloomiest sermons were at the same time comic masterpieces. Mitchell could write only briefly about these people in newspapers, but he kept in touch with some of them, and later on, when he joined the staff of The New Yorker, he wrote full-scale "Profiles" of them. At The New Yorker, as time went on, he turned to writing about more conventional people--a great variety of them--only to find that if they were asked the right questions, and if their answers were closely listened to, even the most conventional of them were also apt to turn out to be really quite strange. And, amazingly, he discovered that a large proportion of them, after seeking over and over to find some meaning in their lives and finding only meaninglessness, had also learned to console themselves with graveyard humor. Between 1943 and 1965, four collections of Mitchell's stories from The New Yorker were published--McSorley's Wonderful Saloon, Old Mr. Flood, The Bottom of the Harbor and Joe Gould's Secret. All of these books have been out of print for years, and all of them, with some previously uncollected stories added to McSorley's Wonderful Saloon, are included in this book. Through the years, a succession of literary critics have written essays on Mitchell's stories, extolling his prose, remarking on the dazzling diversity of his subjects, and exploring the darkness that they profess to discern underneath his humor. Some of Mitchell's colleagues at The New Yorker believe that his "Profiles" and "Reporter at Large" articles are among the best the magazine has ever published and are among the ones most likely to endure. One of his colleagues, Calvin Trillin, dedicated a book to him, stating "To the New Yorker reporter who set the standard--Joseph Mitchell."
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650		0	_aFiction _910920
651		0	_aNew York (N.Y.) _xSocial life and customs _xFiction. _910921
651		0	_aNew York (N.Y.) _xSocial life and customs. _910922
856	4	2	_3WorldCat details _uhttps://www.worldcat.org/title/up-in-the-old-hotel-and-other-stories/oclc/24952616&referer=brief_results
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