Michael Gold (1) (1894–1967)
Auteur de Jews Without Money
Pour les autres auteurs qui s'appellent Michael Gold, voyez la page de désambigüisation.
A propos de l'auteur
Michael Gold (1893-1967) was born in New York City, where later he wrote for radical journals and newspapers such as New Masses and The Liberator
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Œuvres de Michael Gold
The hollow men 5 exemplaires
The Mike Gold reader 3 exemplaires
Change the world! Foreword by Robert Forsythe. 3 exemplaires
Fighting Words Selections From Twenty-Five Years of the Daily Worker (1949) — Directeur de publication — 3 exemplaires
Charlie Chaplins Parade 2 exemplaires
Oeuvres associées
Years of Protest: A Collection of American Writings of the 1930's (1967) — Contributeur — 39 exemplaires
Our lives : American labor stories — Contributeur — 6 exemplaires
Étiqueté
Partage des connaissances
- Nom légal
- Granich, Itzok Isaac
Granich, Irving - Autres noms
- Gold, Michael
Gold, Mike - Date de naissance
- 1894
- Date de décès
- 1967
- Sexe
- male
- Nationalité
- USA
- Pays (pour la carte)
- USA
- Lieu de naissance
- Lower East Side, New York, New York, USA
- Lieu du décès
- Terra Linda, California, USA
- Lieux de résidence
- Terra Inda, California, USA (death)
New York, New York, USA (birth) - Professions
- columnist
journalist
editor
novelist - Organisations
- Communist Party USA
Membres
Critiques
Listes
Prix et récompenses
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 10
- Aussi par
- 3
- Membres
- 334
- Popularité
- #71,211
- Évaluation
- 3.9
- Critiques
- 6
- ISBN
- 47
- Langues
- 4
"Is there any gangster who is as cruel and heartless as the present legal State?"
In the pounding, passionate, instinctive musicality of his words, the working class boy - who became the working class people's columnist and writer - tells his tale of Jewish poverty in the ghetto on the lower east side of Manhattan in the early twentieth century. In vibrant, descriptive bursts, activist, dean of proletarian literature Michael Gold introduces us to prostitutes, pimps, hoodlums, thieves, mensches, bearded rabbis, (some good, some not), idolized and inept doctors, witch doctors, and everyday heroes, along with his hard working, skilled storyteller father, who had and lost success due to betrayal and bad luck, and his rock, his heroine mother who had a warm bosom for everyone to cry on, including weepy prostitutes.
Author and activist Michael Gold, who reinvented himself from Itzok Issac Granich, was a communist in the days when people were red because workers were treated like abused cattle and the world was raw and rough, unless you were one of the few fortunate enough to catch a break. Hard work means nothing if you fall off a ladder and end up languishing in bed, powerless, and melancholy like Michael's father. Here in his semi-autobiographical novel, (originally published in 1930, and republished 25 times since in 16 languages), is the classic I never knew about until now.
To young Michael, a first generation Romanian Jew, it is a hurry up world, when does the fun start world. He writes, "America is so rich and fat, because it has eaten the tragedy of millions of immigrants."
I have, in just the last several weeks, (this is 2023), come across several people I thought were fairly educated who believe the propaganda that all Jewish people are rich and powerful. We have never needed the book "Jews Without Money" as much as we do now. The only part of this brilliant book that I hated, yes hated, is Alfred Kazin’s contemptuous introduction that tries to undermine Gold as an injured soul who was not that bright. I am so enthralled by Gold's ardent writing that I'm now reading a biography about him, "Michael Gold, The People's Writer."
It is a rare book indeed that so moves me both due to the author's style and subject. Gold writes with heartbreaking honesty about the lives of the oppressed from the eyes of a child. --- "It is said that the Dawn is beautiful, but where? On the roof nobody loved that hour when the feverglow appeared on the pale sky, as on a consumptive cheek. Then the swarms of bloodsucking flies arrived, and sleep was intolerable, and the humid day was here, and reality, and poverty."… (plus d'informations)