Wolf D. Fuhrig |
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Studs Terkel at 90 Going Strong |
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Louis Terkel was born in New York City on May 16, 1912, four weeks after the sinking of the Titanic. When his working family moved to Chicago ten years later, he had found the city of his liking. In 1934 Louis received a law degree from the University of Chicago but preferred to work in radio and print journalism. After James Farrell wrote the Studs Lonigan trilogy (1932-35), somebody tagged Terkel with the nickname Studs--and it stuck. What made him famous was his unmatched skill of interviewing
people who were neither rich nor famous, and chronicling what mattered
to them most in their daily pursuits. "When I hear about a certain
person," he explained, "that's the gold. Then I dig and that's
the ore. But it's still not a bracelet or necklace. You
still have to get them to talk, and I do that by listening." Among Terkel's many idiosyncrasies is his aversion to technology.
He never drove a car or sent an e-mail. When he almost wiped an
interview of Bertrand Russell off the tape, he commented: "I know of
only one other guy unluckier with the tape recorder--Richard Nixon."
Three years ago, at age 87, Studs began work on an interview
series entitled Will the Circle Be Unbroken: Reflections on Death, Rebirth,
and Hunger for Faith. Over sixty people, ranging from the deeply
religious to convinced atheists, shared their experiences of their own
brushes with death, the passing of relatives and friends, and their
thoughts about life in the hereafter. Folksinger Doc Watson gave
Studs the title to the book from an old hymn: Studs had hardly begun his interviews when Ida, his wife for sixty years, died on December 23, 1999. For a few months, he was heart-broken, but a friend brought him back to life's reality. "For Christ sake," he reminded him, "you've had sixty great years with her." So Studs went back to work quoting his mantra: "I wake up each morning and gather my wits. Before Studs' reflections on dying and death could be published, some 3,000 Americans had perished in a horrendous mass murder plot on September 11, 2001. It grimly reminded everybody how tenuous man's hold is on this earthly life, in a world continuing to be plagued by untold fanatics and fools full of wrath and devoid of reason. Studs' latest oral history yielded a chorus of diverse voices who experienced death as a destructive as well as a creative event. There is a recurring lesson in Studs' chronicle: Only in building upon the positive legacy of the dead are we truly celebrating their lives. |
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