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020			_a9781101947586 _qhardcover
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050	0	0	_aCT9991.G6 _bL47 2016
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100	1		_aLepore, Jill, _d1966- _eauthor _94411
245	1	0	_aJoe Gould's teeth / _cJill Lepore
250			_aFirst edition
300			_a235 pages ; _c20 cm
500			_a"This is a Borzoi Book." --Title page verso
504			_aIncludes bibliographical references and index
505	0		_aMeo Tempore -- Miss Savage -- Case No. 231
520			_a"A "New Yorker" staff writer and Harvard historian chronicles the discovery of Joe Gould's long-lost manuscript, "The Oral History of Our Time," and of the violence, betrayals, and madness that led to its concealment,"--NoveList
520			_aFrom New Yorker staff writer and Harvard historian Jill Lepore, the dark, spellbinding tale of her restless search for the long-lost, longest book ever written, a century-old manuscript called "The oral history of our time." Joe Gould, a madman, believed he was the most brilliant historian of the twentieth century. So did some of his friends, a group of modernist writers and artists that included E. E. Cummings, Marianne Moore, William Carlos Williams, John Dos Passos, and Ezra Pound. Gould began his life's work before the First World War, announcing that he intended to write down nearly everything anyone ever said to him. "I am trying to preserve as much detail as I can about the normal life of every day people," he explained, because "as a rule, history does not deal with such small fry." By 1942, when The New Yorker published a profile of Gould written by the reporter Joseph Mitchell, Gould's manuscript had grown to more than nine million words. But when Gould died in 1957, in a mental hospital, the manuscript was nowhere to be found. Then, in 1964, in "Joe Gould's Secret," a second profile, Mitchell claimed that the book had been, all along, merely a figment of Gould's imagination. Lepore, unpersuaded, decided to find out. The result is a Poe-like tale of detection, madness, and invention. Digging through archives all over the country, Lepore unearthed evidence that "The oral history of our time" did in fact once exist. Relying on letters, scraps, and Gould's own diaries and notebooks--including volumes of his lost manuscript--Lepore argues that Joe Gould's real secret had to do with sex and the color line, with modernists' relationship to the Harlem Renaissance, and, above all, with Gould's terrifying obsession with the African American sculptor Augusta Savage. In ways that even Gould himself could not have imagined, what Gould wrote down really is a history of our time: unsettling and ferocious.--From dust jacket
600	1	0	_aGould, Joe, _d1889-1957 _939729
600	1	0	_aSavage, Augusta, _d1892-1962 _939730
650		0	_aOral history
650		0	_aBiography _xMethodology _939731
651		0	_aNew York (N.Y.) _vBiography
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