DiMaggio was never a rube. He was very smart and very urban. Coming out of the Great Depression, he was the immigrant boy who made it big. Coming back from World War II, he had all the wealth and power that New York aspired to. When New York saw itself as the center of the world, he was its paragon of class.
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I'm just an old storyteller, and I always wanted to know, what the hell were these candidates really like?
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The average-guy routine works only so much, and then people begin to want something more.
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The expectations for a nonfiction writer are awful high.
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Even if you had the wherewithal to embarrass a reporter, there was no mechanism to do it. And in most cases, you might as well save your breath because the reporter had no shame anyway.
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It's not fit work for an adult just dragging idols off the shelf. It's too easy.
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When there are fewer and fewer publishers of scale, it's just not good for authors.
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We strove for more than 60 years to give Joe DiMaggio the hero's life. From his debut at Yankee Stadium in 1936 until his death in 1999, DiMaggio was, at every turn, one man we could look at who made us feel good.
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People feel overloaded, that politics has become kind of a public utility: hot- and cold-running politics any time of the day or night.