Saturday, November 10, 2007Mailer Elegy
A moment of silence, if you please, for the passing of Norman Mailer, an author and a character that several of us here have long appreciated, a man who will be missed with a voice that could not be overlooked.
A virtual wake may be in order: wherever you may find yourselves at this time, hoist high a drink, give a grin and a wink, and remember a story or a turn of phrase or a moment of outrageous media manipulation of the sort that only Mailer could orchestrate...
Here's to you, Norman Mailer, in some literary pub of the ages in which the old souls gather for camaraderie, unto which they resort for the rubbing of elbows, the sipping of whiskey, and the reciting of well-told tales.
posted by steviepinhead @ 1:54 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Here, here. We should all meet in Texas and go to that museum that stores his papers. And then hit each other in the head with hammers or stab each other.
I particularly like the foam-headed mallets.
And the "trick" plastic knives where the blades retract back into the handles.
But that's literature for you. Tricking the eye down a lettered path to a world that never was.
And always will be.
Yes, I bought myself a new pen-knife and stomped on a Village Voice in his honor.
Ouch!
I suppose in retrospect that, in posting on mailer, I should've anticipated that some of the commenters might go postal.
All agression is regression, grasshoppah.
I'm not angry. I was just reading an article that aimed to remind everyone that at times, Mailer was indeed a dipshit. I love his work no less, but it's important to remember the good and bad.
Ah. All authors are indeed capable of dipping beneath the level of their work.
Well. Except for those who post here, naturally!
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