In the years that I was writing my biography of Earhart, I became smitten with her personality.
From a season spent embedded with the New York Jets to a biography of a self-mythologizing Pinkerton detective.
Watching novelists insult one another is one of the primary pleasures of his biography.
This is like some deeper, truer, more artful form of biography.
Even Herman Cain admitted in his biography, This is Herman Cain!
In a later number of the same year he reviewed Lockhart's biography.
Is any biography founded on better material than you have at command?
Spitta's biography superseded everything written before it and has not since been approached.
Who would not suppose that this was a passage from a biography of some one that had lived?
It is not only by time-relations that the parts of one biography are collected together in the case of living beings.