Saroyan

There, you might find other scribblers, with names like Saroyan and Steinbeck, to share a convivial drink nearby; some of Hollywood Boulevard’s many bookshops are open almost as late as the bars.

We both agreed that the novelist William Saroyan is an unappreciated genius who’ll probably never experience a renaissance.

“An old man died near me and then his wife died next,” Valentyna Saroyan said.

“An old man died near me and then his wife died next,” Valentyna Saroyan, a weary survivor, recalled Tuesday as she toured the darkened basement.

I also loved “The Human Comedy,” by William Saroyan and remember being so moved by “Death Be Not Proud,” by John Gunther.