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> <channel><title>Comments on: Manhattan: School for Scriveners</title> <atom:link href="http://calitreview.com/3887/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://calitreview.com/3887</link> <description>An arts and culture magazine.</description> <lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 14:35:02 +0000</lastBuildDate> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2</generator> <item><title>By: Sheila</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-58569</link> <dc:creator>Sheila</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 16:35:27 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-58569</guid> <description>Dear Julia,
I, too, was &quot;exposed&quot; to those BOOKS OF KNOWLEDGE through a set purchased by my father about a hundred years ago, probably!  He was the type of person who, while we sat at the dinner table when a word came up in conversation which puzzled/interested me, would ask me to bring a dictionary to the table to look it up.  I don&#039;t suppose there are many fathers who do that nowadays, nor many families who sit down all together to eat dinner.  Your delightful &quot;work memoir&quot; reminded me a bit of one of my first jobs out of high school and before I finished college, but was already married and living up in Palo Alto, when I was hired at the publisher Scott, Foresman as the &quot;receptionist.&quot;  I had dutifully taken a secretarial course immediately out of high school (a girl&#039;s path in the 1950&#039;s) where I had learned shorthand (already knew how to type), but apparently I caught the eye of the textbook publisher&#039;s manager who offered to promote me to be his &quot;assistant.&quot;  Of course, at that &quot;inopportune&quot; time Amin was offered a teaching position at Reed College, so we had to move to Portland!  Enough said.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Julia,</p><p>I, too, was &#8220;exposed&#8221; to those BOOKS OF KNOWLEDGE through a set purchased by my father about a hundred years ago, probably!  He was the type of person who, while we sat at the dinner table when a word came up in conversation which puzzled/interested me, would ask me to bring a dictionary to the table to look it up.  I don&#8217;t suppose there are many fathers who do that nowadays, nor many families who sit down all together to eat dinner.  Your delightful &#8220;work memoir&#8221; reminded me a bit of one of my first jobs out of high school and before I finished college, but was already married and living up in Palo Alto, when I was hired at the publisher Scott, Foresman as the &#8220;receptionist.&#8221;  I had dutifully taken a secretarial course immediately out of high school (a girl&#8217;s path in the 1950&#8242;s) where I had learned shorthand (already knew how to type), but apparently I caught the eye of the textbook publisher&#8217;s manager who offered to promote me to be his &#8220;assistant.&#8221;  Of course, at that &#8220;inopportune&#8221; time Amin was offered a teaching position at Reed College, so we had to move to Portland!  Enough said.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: John Rim</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-58555</link> <dc:creator>John Rim</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 11:54:04 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-58555</guid> <description>Julia,       did you happen to know these Bronx High School of Science alumni ?
Richard W. Braun. Class of 1947
Stacey Braun.  Class of 1957</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Julia,       did you happen to know these Bronx High School of Science alumni ?</p><p>Richard W. Braun. Class of 1947</p><p>Stacey Braun.  Class of 1957</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: John Rim</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-58553</link> <dc:creator>John Rim</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 11:16:07 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-58553</guid> <description>Julia,                what memories or impressions do you have today of the Bronx High School of Science ?</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Julia,                what memories or impressions do you have today of the Bronx High School of Science ?</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Susan Rosenberg</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-58394</link> <dc:creator>Susan Rosenberg</dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 06:42:48 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-58394</guid> <description>Dear Julia,  As I was reading your wonderful Memoir, I put
the young girl I was into the young girl you were, compared myself unfavorably, admired your intellectual curiosity, as well as your ability and guts.  I can
imagine how your experiences from that time have shaped you and I felt a vicarious lift in knowing that a person
like you is possible.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Julia,  As I was reading your wonderful Memoir, I put<br
/> the young girl I was into the young girl you were, compared myself unfavorably, admired your intellectual curiosity, as well as your ability and guts.  I can<br
/> imagine how your experiences from that time have shaped you and I felt a vicarious lift in knowing that a person<br
/> like you is possible.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Julia Braun Kessler</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-58049</link> <dc:creator>Julia Braun Kessler</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 23:31:57 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-58049</guid> <description>Dear David Loftus,
Thanks so much for your generous comment about my piece.  Wish I could tell you more about what became of my former colleagues and friends. Always wondered too.  One&#039;s paths in life move apart and don&#039;t always provide such future hints.  My days at Grolier ended a year or so after my telling when I married and followed my husband out to Michigan, and then to various other spots across the country, ending here in California. Thus, I have lost touch altogether.  Julia B. Kessler</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear David Loftus,<br
/> Thanks so much for your generous comment about my piece.  Wish I could tell you more about what became of my former colleagues and friends. Always wondered too.  One&#8217;s paths in life move apart and don&#8217;t always provide such future hints.  My days at Grolier ended a year or so after my telling when I married and followed my husband out to Michigan, and then to various other spots across the country, ending here in California. Thus, I have lost touch altogether.  Julia B. Kessler</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: David Loftus</title><link>http://calitreview.com/3887/comment-page-1#comment-57715</link> <dc:creator>David Loftus</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:26:40 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://calitreview.com/?p=3887#comment-57715</guid> <description>Lovely story. I&#039;d like to hear more about the other folks you worked among -- where they came from, what motivated them, and where they went from there.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely story. I&#8217;d like to hear more about the other folks you worked among &#8212; where they came from, what motivated them, and where they went from there.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> </channel> </rss>
