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    Chance Meetings: A Memoir
    Chance Meetings: A Memoir
    Chance Meetings: A Memoir
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    Chance Meetings: A Memoir

    By William Saroyan

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    In his touching and amusing memoir Chance Meetings, William Saroyan gives us a glimpse of the characters that have left an indelible impression on his mind for years to come. From the Armenian neighbourhood of his childhood to the Parisian streets of his formative years, we meet the people that have inspired, perplexed, angered and enamoured him. We meet finely drawn personalities like the Armenian Cabinet maker, that planed wood whilst his mind composed beautiful poems, who would call him into his shop and embarrass Saroyan with his recitations. We visit the tiny desk of the only famous writer in San Francisco, who kindly replied to Saroyan's letter and invited him into his office. And the playful image of his mother, who would caricature everyone from the postman to the president with hilarious precision.
    First published in 1978, Chance Meetings builds a picture of the author through the people that surrounded him throughout his life, who shaped and formed a great writer, and were immortalised by his words.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloomsbury Publishing
    Release dateJan 13, 2015
    ISBN9781448214815
    Chance Meetings: A Memoir
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    William Saroyan

    William Saroyan (1908-1981) was an internationally renowned Armenian American writer, playwright, and humanitarian. He achieved great popularity in the thirties, forties, and fifties through his hundreds of short stories, plays, novels, memoirs, and essays. In 1939, Saroyan was the first American writer to win both the New York Drama Critics' Circle Award and the Pulitzer Prize for his play The Time of Your Life. He famously refused to accept the Pulitzer Prize on the grounds that "Commerce should not patronize art." He died near his hometown of Fresno at the age of seventy-two. The Time of Your Life was originally published in 1983 by Methuen.

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      Chance Meetings - William Saroyan

      Chapter 1

      The thing about the people one meets on arrival, upon being born, is that they are the people they are, they are not the people any of us, had he indeed had a choice, might be likely to have chosen. These meetings are chance meetings.

      Certainly everybody between the age of two years and twelve years has studied such people and questioned their right to be related in any way at all to himself. Himself, the very center of the world, the justification for all time gone, the supreme achievement of the expenditure of all effort, at last a flawless specimen. Both human and superhuman, if only the truth were known.

      Are these people mine? This preposterous mad woman is my mother? This unbelievable loud-mouth man with the violent eyes is my father? How can such people be my people? There has got to be a very terrible mistake somewhere.

      And of course there is.

      There is this same terrible mistake back of every human being who is not yet thirteen or fourteen years old. And the mistake sometimes isn’t corrected, or at any rate isn’t ignored, even after the age of thirty. Now and then certain extraordinary people feel the pain of the mistake straight up to the event of death itself.

      These astonished and hurt souls are the geniuses, but there are also geniuses who have deeply cherished their parents. And if they haven’t both cherished and loved them, they have, at any rate, been so amused by them as to have never had any wish to have them out of the way.

      And these happy geniuses, so to describe them, are frequently the best of the lot.

      Mainly, though, geniuses are those who cannot be, or do not want to be, delivered from the feeling of being ridiculously involved in one colossal mistake.

      It is the impulse, the compulsion, or the wish, to try to correct this horrible blunder that drives these people to work and has them bring forth all sorts of forms of improved variations of the original thing—that is, the whole mishmash, the whole universe, if you like, the whole solar system, the whole world, the whole human race, the whole history of error, failure, madness, and death. The whole business of legends, stories, dramas, religions, cities, embracings, buildings, roads, ships, music, dancing, surgery, print, paper, paint, sculpture, you name it, for whatever its name may be, that is what genius deals in, and with.

      That is what genius wants to make straight, and to put in a bright light, corrected.

      Well, of course, this trying is all we really have, the rest is even less than this, the rest is really nothing when the tallying is done, the rest is ash, dust, and the invisible slag heaps of error and loss as big as solar systems.

      What these geniuses put forward is very little, compared with the potential, or with the original itself, all things already and for billions of years real and in place, but it is the only thing we have that is our own, that we have made, and after ourselves, after our continuous putting forward of ourselves, through the procedure invented or given as a gift by nature to all continuing things, after our most astonishing falling in with the procedure, our successful recreation of ourselves over billions of years, in all of our various forms, these things, this art, made by our madmen, our disgruntled boys, our violent girls, our geniuses, our refusers, our frequently sick boys and girls, these homemade things are all that we have, all that we call culture, civilization, and mortal glory.

      Every man is correct in asking God why he is stuck with himself, and his rotten luck.

      If he wasn’t permitted to choose his parents, he should certainly have been permitted to choose the people he must have to deal with during his life, but this also is denied him.

      He can neither choose his parents, nor choose not to be drafted into the Army, even, for instance.

      Chapter 2

      Every person in the world has a favorite person, and if he is a sensible person, or a lucky one, his favorite person is himself, even if he doesn’t know that this is so, or knows it and pretends he doesn’t, or swears on a stack of Bibles that it isn’t so, because his favorite person is Jesus, for instance.

      But it is also possible that there are very smart people, very intelligent people, very wise in the mystic ways of the mind and soul, and hip to the tricks of the inner man, and it is also possible that these people, either in addition to being their own favorites, or instead of, have a great kinship with somebody else.

      Sometimes it is an animal, even, which of course to them is somebody else.

      Well, just who is a dog? Well, a dog is the owner, is he not? And the cat, who is the cat? Also, the owner. And the canary, who is the canary? Also, the owner. So again his favorite is himself, as D. H. Lawrence suggested long ago.

      And how about the strange people whose pets are boa constrictors? It is the same with them, too.

      And how about the people who have a child, or two children, or three, or four, or eight, or twelve? Who are those people, and who are their children?

      Well, again it is the same, although with the children it is drawing nearer to what goes on in the human experience in relation to approval, acceptance, admiration of one person by another.

      He is his own worst enemy, as they say, or, he is his own best friend.

      Variations of these remarks are spoken all the time, suggesting that nobody is really fully integrated, and that one side quarrels with another, except in the case of the person who is enchanted with himself, whereupon everything is quite nice all around, as far as it goes.

      Well, how far does it go?

      The person who approves of himself, does he also approve of his father, mother, brother, sister, neighbor, friend, and the human race in general?

      Yes, he does, sometimes, for in some approvers there is a force of energy that keeps moving out to everybody else.

      But on the whole, the person who thinks very highly of himself, and is not really very much in any real sense, is liable to find fault with everybody else, and with the whole world, and with the whole human race in it.

      Why?

      Well, finding fault supports this approval of himself, this admiration for himself. When he carefully considers the genius of a great scientist, he decides that the man’s achievement is actually an achievement of publicity, patronage, and favoritism, which compels him not to give up one iota of his admiration for himself.

      Still, while self-approval thus is seen to be more often than not the mark of the nitwit, the fact remains that it is both desirable and necessary for every man in the world not to have contempt for himself, unless it is for the amusement of his friends, an act, a performance, and in reality a kind of superapproval of himself.

      For if a man actually does not find it possible to regard himself at least with courtesy, he must be a rotter, and he must know it, and this places upon him the choice between ceasing to be a rotter so that he can have a courteous relationship with himself, and therefore with his parents, his tribe, and the rest of the human race, or choosing quite simply to cease to be, at all.

      He can stop the rotter by a living effort, or he can stop him by killing him. It’s as simple as that.

      He can’t be both and not be phony. But how amusing a phony can sometimes be, just so the phony doesn’t happen to be your

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