Caleb Carr
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Caleb Carr
Caleb Carr is a military historian and author born August 2, 1955 in New York, New York. Carr is the second of three sons born to Lucien Carr and Francesca Von Hartz. He is the critically acclaimed author of The Alienist, The Angel of Darkness, The Lessons of Terror, Killing Time, The Devil Soldier, The Italian Secretary, and The Legend of Broken. He has taught military history at Bard College, and worked extensively in film, television, and the theater. His...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 August 1955
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Gideon is unaware of it; he's grown up in it, and accepts the shortcomings until -- it's sort of a typical Everyman situation -- you accept the shortcomings until you get shoved up against an uncomfortable wall by them and have to look at them. And that's what happens to him. It's not a voluntary process.
Every human being must find his own way to cope with severe loss, and the only job of a true friend is to facilitate whatever method he chooses.
It is the greatest truth of our age: Information is not knowledge.
I wanted nothing less than to be a fiction writer when I was a kid. If you had told me I would be an artist or novelist when I grew up, I would have laughed in your face
So if it seems that some of what I'll have to say in the pages to come doesn't reflect the mellowing of age, that's only because I've never found that life and memories respond to time the way that tobacco does.
People would rather be deceived than have the truth cause them anxiety
Scientists' minds may jump around like amorous toads, but they do seem to accept such behavior in one another.
I'm a fairly ascetic person. And I do most of my writing at night. You don't get distracted, your brain goes into what you are writing about, into the world you're writing about, rather than into the world you're in.
I, like most of my friends, couldn't believe I bought a mountain called Misery Mountain, because it was so appropriate.
Still, it's an interesting technique-leaving one person behind in order to find her or him somewhere else. And in someone else.
The definition of terrorism is killing civilians with the intent of changing their political affiliation.
I was a pretty angry kid, and I got into military history largely as a way to vent my own anger. As I got older it narrowed down to a more specific focus on individual violence. I'm just trying to understand where it came from.
Absolutely nothing brings out the killer instinct in the upper crust of New York Society like a charity function.
It didn’t make any more sense to me then than it does now, how life can pile troubles up on a man what don’t deserve them, while letting some of the biggest jackasses and scoundrels alive waltz their way through long, untroubled existences.