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100	1		_aWeintraub, William _eAutor _928468
245	1	0	_aGetting started a memoir of the 1950s / _cWilliam Weintraub
260			_aToronto _bMcClelland & Stewart _c2001
300			_a286 p.
500			_aDonado por la Embajada Americana.
520			_aIN THOSE DAYS, JOURNALISM IN MONTREAL WAS AWASH IN ALCOHOL. Dear Bill. In Switzerland, the sun was providing the first hint of spring. Cher William. A LETTER FROM BRIAN MOORE. I had not seen mortician in more than a year, since my sojourn at his house in spain. Nineteen fifty-five was, for me, an excellent year, a pivotal year. LATE IN THE SUMMER OF 1955, BERNICE AND I SAILED TO ENGLAND. In London, the angry young men were at work, making the city a stimulating place to be in 1956. Dear William. Almost as soon as we got back to Montreal the gloom starred creeping in. THE TITLE OF THE FILM WAS BLACK AND WHITE IN SOUTH AFRICA AND NO NATIONAL FILM. I would commend to your attention a new book called the Irish genius. Dear Brian.
542	1		_aWeintraub, William _g2001 _i2001
650	4		_aLITERATURA CANADIENSE EN INGLES _928469
650	4		_928470 _aNOVELA CANADIENSE
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