Calvin Trillin
Calvin Trillin
Calvin Marshall Trillinis an American journalist, humorist, food writer, poet, memoirist and novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth5 December 1935
CountryUnited States of America
girl mother dinner-guests
Even today, well-brought-up English girls are taught by their mothers to boil all veggies for at least a month and a half, just in case one of the dinner guests turns up without his teeth.
people trying spices
The food in such places is so tasteless because the members associate spices and garlic with just the sort of people they're trying to keep out.
family
Irving Wallace family - they have preservatives.
book average yogurt
The shelf life of the average trade book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.
discovery cooking records
It happens to be a matter of record that I was first in print with the discovery that the tastelessness of the food offered in American clubs varies in direct proportion to the exclusiveness of the club.
writing self-confidence thinking
I suppose that there are endeavors in which self-confidence is even more important than it is in writing -- tightrope walking comes immediately to mind -- but it's difficult for me to think of anybody producing much writing if his confidence is completely shot.
book thinking pieces
I don't think I've ever read a food piece or a food book.
book thinking three
I've written three books you could think of as memoirs.
people pages funny-people
We all know funny people who can't get it down on the page - even funny writers who can't get it down on the page.
hands my-family clean
When it comes to rapacious 19th century capitalism, my family's hands are clean.
vampire excess garlic
Following the Romanian tradition, garlic is used in excess to keep the vampires away.
people serious disturbed
I'm more disturbed when people expect me to be serious.
father taken italian
Given the clientele, the restaurants on Capri might resemble those fancy Northern Italian places on the East Side of Manhattan where the captain has taken bilingual sneering lessons from the maitre d' at the French joint down the street and the waiter, whose father was born in Palermo, would deny under torture that tomato sauce has ever touched his lips.
home next-day stories
Sometimes, if I had until the next day to turn the story in, I'd head home, finding that the knot in the narrative came loose with the rhythmic clacking of the subway train.