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My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx's Deli. The year was 1934. The place was Third and Hill, Los Angeles. I was twenty-one years old, living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill, on the east by Los Angeles Street, on the south by Pershing Square, and on the north by Civic Center. I was a busboy nonpareil, with great verve and style for the profession, and though I was dreadfully underpaid (one dollar a day plus meals) I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table, balancing a tray on one hand, and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons, for I was also a writer.
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Dreams from Bunker Hill, John Fante
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- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1982
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- Titel
- Dreams from Bunker Hill
- Sprache
- Englisch
- Autor*innen
- John Fante
- Verlag
- Black Sparrow Press
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1982
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 152
- ISBN10
- 0876855281
- ISBN13
- 9780876855287
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Poesie, Humor, Klassiker, Liebe, Frauen, USA, Amerikanische Literatur, Glaube, Amerika, Geld, Hoffnung, Schriftsteller, Erfolg, Hollywood, Romantische Beziehungen, Traurig, Americana, 30er Jahre des 20. Jahrhunderts, Filmen
- Erstveröffentlichung
- 1982
- Originaltitel
- Dreams from Bunker Hill
- Bewertung
- 4,15 von 5 Sternen
- Beschreibung
- My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx's Deli. The year was 1934. The place was Third and Hill, Los Angeles. I was twenty-one years old, living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill, on the east by Los Angeles Street, on the south by Pershing Square, and on the north by Civic Center. I was a busboy nonpareil, with great verve and style for the profession, and though I was dreadfully underpaid (one dollar a day plus meals) I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table, balancing a tray on one hand, and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons, for I was also a writer.