Remembering Irving Howe

Remembering Irving Howe

My father moved in a world of stories. He told his own in World of Our Fathers and A Margin of Hope; he wrote about those of Faulkner and Hardy, Anderson and Wharton, Dreiser and Sholom Aleichem, Leskov and George Eliot, T.E. Lawrence and Pirandello, Delmore Schwartz and Raymond Carver, Tolstoy and Umberto Saba—the list amazes as much for its diversity as its length. With liana, he collected the shortest of stories and together they made an anthology—Short Shorts—unlike any ever done: one that could satisfy his belief that very few pieces would not be better if cut by 20 percent. With this love of stories, he welcomed my wife, Georgina, into the family, surprised but always delighted to have a novelist for a daughter-in-law.

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