@Holden Lewis@twitter That was Paul.
Jennifer Egan is really, really nice.
In 1997 I got bumped up to first class on a flight from NYC to GSO, and wound up sitting across the aisle from Dr. Angelou. I had some poetry I'd written with me and asked her if she'd read it. She touched my hand and regretted that she couldn't because she was being sued for plagiarism for her poem for Clinton's 2nd innauguration, "Because, apparently, someone else wrote about rivers and rocks before I did." But she did engage with me for the entire flight (pouring two airplane bottles of Jameson's into each cup of coffee she drank), and made me a reading list that included Grace Paley, Shelly's Ozymandias, the work of Paul Lawrence Dunbar and a few other pieces. "Read these," she said. "You will be astonished."
What a nice lady she was!
You should see the crowd his brother Hank draws. No really, he details each face, colors inside the lines. Everything.
Until one employee or customer is discriminated against for their sexual orientation, it's the anti-Chick Fil-A crowd that should retreat to the shadows. Shadows where only McNuggets and those horrible Wendy's Italian chicken sandwiches are served.
On How to Write
@novak Really not about you, Cochise.
I disagree with the "there's no there there" contention. What temple gave the Templars their name? Is this the same structure that inspired their quasi-successors to call themselves Masons? And if so, what was so special about whatever this building was? My answer for this is that, lore-wise, heaven and outer space are the same thing and that's why so many flags have stars on them.
Won't stop trying til I create a disturbance in yo' mind - or include some got-damn Jesse Hill!
I bristle at the author's presumed qualifications to:
a) suggest that Don DeLillo hasn't inhabited female voices under his own name
b) suggest that straight male writers don't know how to write about dicks
c) suggest that no good writing about sex occurred between, say, 1980-2005 because if AIDS.
These presumptions might fit the author's identity-obsessed agenda, but none of them are correct.
Thank you for writing this. Really enjoyed reading it- particularly the scarf and escalator anecdote at the end.