Elaine Dundy
Elaine Dundy
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Full Name and Common Aliases
Elaine Dundy was born as Elaine Lillian Dundy on March 13, 1921. She is often referred to by her pen name, which she used for many of her writing endeavors.
Birth and Death Dates
March 13, 1921 - December 20, 2008
Nationality and Profession(s)
Elaine Dundy was an American author, journalist, and playwright. Her work spanned multiple genres, including fiction, non-fiction, and drama.
Early Life and Background
Born in New York City to a family of modest means, Elaine Dundy grew up with a love for words and the written word. She began writing at an early age and went on to study literature at Vassar College. After completing her education, she moved to Paris, where she became part of the city's vibrant expatriate community.
Major Accomplishments
Elaine Dundy's most notable works include:
The Old Man and Me, a novel that explores themes of family, identity, and belonging
Diana: The Last Word on the Royal Family, an exposé about the British royal family that sparked controversy upon its release
* A Life with Mitchell (1971), her memoir about her relationship with James Thurber's friend, Harold Rosenberg
Quotes by Elaine Dundy
Spring was ravishing around town, bursting and budding and blooming. It was one of those nights when the air is blood-temperature and it’s impossible to tell where you leave off and it begins.
I had a sinister premonition of how embarrassing an homme fatal could be when his charms are no longer fatal to you.
Why? Oh, Holy Cow!” I groaned. “Please not to use these ridiculous expressions,” he exploded in exasperation. “I have never heard any other Americans use them except those – what do you call them – those cartoon animals. Mickey Mouse.” “Micky Mice,” I said firmly.
Now.′ He said, ‘I have to ask you three question. How old are you? Are you in love? And what in God’s name are you doing here?
All at once I found myself standing there gazing down that enchanted boulevard in the blue, blue evening. Everything seemed to fall into place. Here was all the gaiety and glory and sparkle I knew was going to be life if I could just grasp it.
As a matter of fact I’d had my hair dyed a marvelous shade of pale red so popular with Parisian tarts that season.