by Daniel J. Travanti | Jan 1, 2000 | Correspondence
(Letter to Sybil Trubin, Santa Monica, California 1/1/02) Sybilla—the food boobs think oil and butter are foods, but the staff are sweet, affectionate and efficient. Too much smoke escapes the designated ashtray areas, but the excursions are informative and...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 21, 1998 | Essay
…I thought I was controlling my destiny, regulating my moves—so I wouldn’t be too far out of N.Y. Actually, I was frightened and lonely. I was incapable of taking my own good advice. I’m so glad you’re operating sanely. I said the word would get around and someone...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 19, 1998 | Correspondence
Dear Tim, I’m relieved to hear. You’re a better man that I am, Gunga Din. I pray your nightmare is over. Have you written about it? I find it helps. You’d know best. “The Aspern Papers” was an unpleasant experience, though my own fault. Bill...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Sep 27, 1994 | Essay
New York City “SIAO YU” and “An Inspector Calls” Play Sylvia Chang is earnest. Bright, intense, pretty. She’s been in ninety movies! An assistant told me. She directed nine films. The building where the production offices are located is a...
by Daniel J. Travanti | Feb 9, 1994 | Essay
The real problem of higher education for the highly educated one is that the rest of the world—most of it—is not very bright and doesn’t know very much. Therefore it cannot operate on a high intellectual level; so it brings down the level of thinking to...
