My ears are bent,

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Binding: Unknown Binding Label: Sheridan House Manufacturer: Sheridan House Number Of Pages: 284 Publication Date: 1938 Publisher: Sheridan House Studio: Sheridan House
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Editorial Reviews: In the fall of 1929 a young man from a small farming town in the swamp country of North Carolina arrived in New York City. Because of a preternatural inaptitude for mathematics, he had failed to receive a college degree from the University of North Carolina and suffered the added misfortune of arriving in the big city at the moment of the stock market crash. For the next eight years, except for a brief period when he got sick of the whole business and went to sea on a freighter to Leningrad, Joseph Mitchell worked first at The World, then as a district man at The Herald Tribune, and then as a reporter and feature writer at The World-Telegram. He covered the criminal courts, Tammany Hall politicians, major murder trials, and the Lindbergh kidnapping. He wrote multi-part profiles of notable figures of the day, among them Eleanor Roosevelt, George Bernard Shaw, and Franz Boas. His byline, appearing two or three times a day in The World-Telegram, would become familiar to almost four hundred thousand readers. But Mitchell discovered that it was not the politicians, business leaders, or noted celebrities of the day that he got the most pleasure out of interviewing, but people whose talk was “artless, the talk of the people trying to reassure or comfort themselves . . . talking to combat the loneliness everyone feels.” He began to frequent gymnasiums, speakeasies, and burlesque houses. He visited storefront churches in Harlem, covered the waterfront, and spent time at the Fulton Fish Market. Fascinated by the bizarre and the strange, he would become, in the words of Stanley Walker, his noted editor at The Herald Tribune, “one of the best newspaper reporters in the city.” In January 1938, My Ears Are Bent, a collection of Mitchell’s newspaper pieces, was published. That book, unavailable for more than sixty years, is now restored to print. A few months after the book’s original publication, Mitchell joined the staff of The New Yorker, where he remained until his death in 1996.
Spotlight customer reviews: Customer Rating: Summary: A great observer of people Comment: Drunks, cheesecake, Jesus, sports, work, poverty--these topics were the early obsessions of one of the best feature writers to walk the streets of New York City. After eleven years as a reporter for three New York newspapers, Joseph Mitchell shifted to The New Yorker. He once called his early newspaper writing "a different kind of writing," but even if the articles collected in My Ears Are Bent serve as records of his apprenticeship, they still are an impressive and interesting set of feature stories. All of these articles were written between 1929 and 1938, but the characteristics of Mitchell's later writing--painstaking attention to facts and visual details, immersion reporting/observation, humor, and a compassionate liking for the oddballs, the poor, and the fringe radicals--are all present. Mitchell enjoyed moving past New York's businessmen and politicians and showing his readers some characters from the vast array of humanity that always populates a great city. He let his interview subjects talk, while he listened. One scene in which he encounters a young woman with an idea for a "reverse striptease" is vintage Mitchell: "`Now look,' she said, unnecessarily. `This is the way I start my act.'" The word unnecessarily is an example of how he could blend dry humor and efficiency in ways that few writers are disciplined enough to manage. The Chicago Tribune's Christopher Borrelli reminds us that Mitchell's interviews are "not verbatim--of course . . . Mitchell was a reporter before tape recorders. But it's not fiction either." Mitchell's genius as a reporter was his ability to find interesting people that his readers almost certainly never would meet and to share with us detailed portraits that forced our recognition of our common humanity. Borrelli calls Mitchell "the reporter's reporter, the finest The New Yorker ever produced (then and now, and possibly forever)." Readers of contemporary journalism, New Journalism, and creative nonfiction will enjoy many of the articles in this book, and in fact, My Ears Are Bent is a reminder of just how old many tactics of good writing really are. Armchair Interviews says: This book is well worth your time. Customer Rating: Summary: A LOST TIME AND PLACE RECAPTURED Comment: My Ears Are Bent first published in 1938 is quintessential Joseph Mitchell, and that's saying quite a bit as many would call him the best writer to ever work at the New Yorker. The pieces included in this volume were written prior to his tenure at the New Yorker, years he worked as a writer for The World, The Herald Tribune, and The World-Telegram. His beat, his love, his passion was New York City, and for that we are the beneficiaries as he captured what is now a lost time and place with humor, grace, and piercing reportorial eye. His words mirror sights, sounds, emotions and, yes, even smells and tastes. One is tempted to say that he knew and interviewed people from all walks of life, but it is more accurate to say that many of his subjects were from the periphery of life. There is Miss Mazie, a flamboyant blonde former burlesque dancer with a heart of gold who owns a small movie theater in the Bowery. She sits in a tiny ticket booth each night with her small dog in her lap. It never bothers her that "Sometimes a bum goes in there at 10 o'clock in the morning, and at midnight he is still there, sleeping in his seat, snoring as if he owns the joint." After all, Miss Mazie reasons everyone needs a place to sleep. She never turns down a panhandler, has never met a man good enough to marry, and dreams of becoming a nun. However, as she says, "I am practically a nun now. The only difference between me and a nun is that I smoke, drink booze, and talk rough." Mitchell describes the most interesting athlete he ever interviewed, a second-rate ball player who later became known as Billy Sunday, a memorable Christian evangelist; he chats with a very young Gene Krupa, and a 60-year-old George M. Cohan. Not one to be attracted only to the famous he pens unforgettable lines about an 81-year-old woman just arrived from Ischia. She's taken aback by the city but feels quite at home once she is in her son's grocery story among the scent of olive oil and chunky Parma hams. Each of the articles and short stories in this collection is filled with wit, empathy, and understanding. Mitchell is one of a kind and so are the people of whom he wrote. Highly recommended. - Gail Cooke Customer Rating: Summary: Mighty Oaks From (Not So) Little Acorns Grow Comment: That the pieces in this collection are actually juvenilia is astounding; Mitchell wrote these essays while in his twenties and working as a reporter for the respective New York dailies the Herald Tribune and World. Many of the themes that the great man would hone and develop for Ross's New Yorker are here, in nascent form. Dick's Bar, which he would later bemoan as a casualty of repeal and the bar fixture industry (seriously) is still in it's full glory -- that eminent editor of the "greatest afternoon newspaper in the United States" imitating a tree frog. Interestingly, Mitchell as he appears in these pages drinks "nothing stronger than Moxie." Frequent quoting of interesting, slightly disreputable characters is here as well. New Yorkers that miss the eccentric oddballs that used to be a staple of their city need look no further than this volume to recapture a sense of them. I would, however, advise those who aren't familiar with his material in "Up at The Old Hotel," to read those articles first, but if you are a fan you will find nothing to disappoint. Some probably remember Jimmy Breslin's accusation of racial prejudice against Mitchell when this collection came out, so I braced myself for out-dated and ugly stereotypes; although there is some of the former Mitchell certainly doesn't come off as a racist. I suspect Breslin had his own doubts at subjecting a 1930's reporter (he never styled himself as a sociologist or opinion writer) to Millennial revisionism. And that Mitchell was just, after all, a journalist is the most impressive thing about his writing. Customer Rating: Summary: My Ears Are Bent -- A Little Comment: I enjoyed this collection of Mitchell articles, but it is really something that I think is for his hardcore fans. Readers will notice that some of the material -- in some cases, almost word for word -- became more polished articles later that appeared in his better known "Up in the Old Hotel" collection, and others in "Bent" simply aren't as lyrical, as you would expect since he was writing for newspapers and not, as later, The New Yorker. Customer Rating: Summary: My Ears Are Bent Comment: Joseph Mitchell's newspaper writing is Mitchell at his best; young, fresh and delightful. He tells in 1500 or so words booklength stories made all the more powerful by the brevity. A text book on writing and reporting. More Reviews