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As I Remember Him (1940, Little, Brown and company) No rating

This work is an autobiography told in the third person, and includes coverage of his …

…for the benefit of a pedantic fellow student whom I did not like, I pretended I had caught hydrophobia from a dog brain, and I started to bark and bite this colleague— now hysterical— in the leg. But the astute Oliver Strong, who came on the scene just as my victim, trying to escape, had upset an incubator, instead of disciplining me academically had other students hold a down and poured a bucket of sea urchins down my neck.

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quoted As I Remember Him by Hans Zinsser

As I Remember Him (1940, Little, Brown and company) No rating

This work is an autobiography told in the third person, and includes coverage of his …

Chapter III: He speaks of his birth and childhood, and since he seemed to derive a nostalgic satisfaction from this, I allowed him to run on — though he introduced much that is irrelevant

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This book, which is an autobiography written as a biography of another person in which Zinsser plays both narrator and subject, has so far been primarily him roasting himself and him going off on weird tangents

Spectred Isle (Paperback, 2017, KJC Books, Kjc Books) No rating

Ivy

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Growing up, English ivy was an acutely troublesome invasive species -- in the region generally and in my family's yard specifically. My neighbors had, foolishly, planted it, and it would grow up trees and deprive them of their nutrients, and send vines into crevices of buildings, damaging them. At a formative age, I learned about this: how ivy sends these little creeping tendrils into all the small holes it finds. And I would sit in the back yard, imagining the ivy crawling up my body, planting little roots in my pores and feeding on me until I was a desiccated husk.

The point being, I had a hard time with the fact that ivy showing up was a good thing in this story, because to me the appearance of an inexplicable ivy leaf could not be a more ominous sign. So if you have my extremely specific aversion to the …