Who is Calvin Trillin

Calvin Marshall Trillin (born 5 December 1935) is an American journalist, humorist, food writer, poet, memoirist and novelist. He is a winner of the Thurber Prize for American Humor (2012) and an elected member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters (2008).

Early life and education

Calvin Trillin was born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1935 to Edythe and Abe Trillin. In his book Messages from My Father, he said his parents called him "Buddy". He attended public schools in Kansas City, graduated from Southwest High School, and went on to Yale University, where he was the roommate and friend of Peter M. Wolf (for whose 2013 memoir, My New Orleans, Gone Away, he wrote a humorous foreword), and where he served as chairman of the Yale Daily News and was a member of th...
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Quotes2remindu: with humor its so subjective that trying to think of what the ideal reader would think would drive you crazy. -calvin trillin
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Rbellikoff: speaker mccarthy's largesse by calvin trillin in the nation he let marjorie taylor greene with the gavel preside he gave carlson the tapes of the riotous day all the wackos are on the committees they craved one must wonder what else he might now give away
Colemanridge: i think often of calvin trillin's daughter's synoptic description of previously unencountered foods: "guts and throw-up." yes, baby. it's all guts and throw-up, and good too.
Meetka: i wonder what calvin trillin is doing
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Her Name Liberty
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I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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