I was born January 6, 1937, eight years after Wall Street crashed and two years before John Steinbeck published The Grapes of Wrath, his Pulitzer Prize-winning novel about the plight of a family during the Great Depression.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I read '1984' at a precocious age, like 8, and when I did the math, I realized that Julia, Winston Smith's lover, was born the same year I was, 1957. I read that book over and over again with the 1960s as a backdrop: anti-war and anti-bomb protests and this general pervasive sense of doom.
I was born in the shadow of World War II, on December 18, 1939, on the South Shore of Long Island, a product of the early -wentieth-century emigration of Eastern European Jewry to New York City and its environs.
I don't know how old I was when I started writing books. But, I was born in 1931, and I wrote my first book in 1961.
I was born on the first day of January 1941 in the front bedroom of my grandparents' house in Rodborough near Stroud in Gloucestershire where my mother had come to escape the bombing in London.
I was born on September 27, 1918, the second of five children.
I come from a big family of storytellers and, growing up, I liked hearing about the years before I was born.
I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.
I was born in 1954. My parents were brought up in the war years, and life was hard.
I was born on 22 March 1931 in New York, the elder child of Abraham and Fanny Richter.
I was born in 1935. But my mother and father - who were immigrants from Ireland - and everybody that I knew growing up in Brooklyn came out of the Depression, and they were remarkable people.