American Literary Dimensions: Poems and Essays in Honor of Melvin J. Friedman

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Melvin J. Friedman, Ben Siegel, Jay L. Halio
University of Delaware Press, 1999 - 226 ページ
This is the first of two volumes commemorating Friedman's life and work, and includes essays on American literature, poetry, and remembrances.

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A Letter to Melvin
11
A Student Remembers
17
Tents
31
Anzia Yezierskas Unwritten Novel
39
Zelda Fitzgerald
65
Some Notes
81
Tillie Olsens Yonnondio
99
Delmore Schwartzs Primal Screen
112
The Racial Subject
136
Saul Bellows It All Adds Up
145
Jewish Autobiographies and the CounterExample
155
The Tragicomic in Philip Roths Sabbaths Theater
168
Real Heroes Sports Heroes and American Culture
183
Owen Johnsons
196
Three Tales of a Ballclubs Death
202
Notes on Contributors
217

Bernard Malamuds Blacks
118
Arthur Millers Broken Jews
128

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