Sam Shepard Changing Journalism as We Know It

In 1954, Sam Shepard was accused of murdering his wife Marilyn. In the meantime, the media is absolutely crazy. The way they get the story is completely different from the way they got the story before. They completely violated Shepard's privacy and made a "nice" talk on their thesis and TV news broadcast. In addition, there are more cases reported than any other incidents reported in the past. Even how to write a story is different from the usual way of writing at that time.

If you know where you should see, there are lots of nearly 30 years of actress Jessica Lange and playwright, actor, writer Sam Shepard, her partner's similarity. Both are from a small town - Lange was born in Cloak, Minnesota, and Shepard grew up in Dualte, California. Both Shepard and his relationship are definitely more annoying but were born for a wasting and drunk father. (His most famous drama - the real west, the curse of the hungry class, the buried child - and he won the Pulitzer Prize - and the lie of the heart is dominated by the drunken, often violent patriarchal .)

Last Thursday, a foresighted playwright, actor, and story author Sam Shepard died of complications of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis or amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. During his 73 years Shepard was nominated for Oscar to win and aid the Pulitzer Prize for the drama ("Buried Child" in 1979) (the astronaut Chak For Yagar) I defined and fostered a New York Theater in New York and celebrated his misery and moving vision in the western United States in a series of clearly defined short stories. In the history of contemporary American literature, he has no companions - a daily idle bleeding for his art; a star that can reveal his soul on the screen, stage or page

Sam Shepard's last novel was about a man spying a dying neighbor. This list can contain any number of Sam Shepard books and scripts, but when reading last year, the spy of the person who first saw his last book gave me a big impression. It is divided into short chapters, some of them are just expanded memories. Shepherd wrote when he died of ALS. You can feel sad on all pages. I like NYRB to reissue this strange nonfiction. These "fiction" were originally written anonymously in 1906 under the name of a French newspaper. Sometimes funny and scary, the style of the economy and the shamelessness of the subject make the convincing reading bigger than the sum of that part.