Walker Percy, anyone?

My sister said when she read The Thanatos Syndrome that towards the end he had apparently got in a big hurry to hand it in. Well, he was about dead, now wasn't he?

And yet.

(-- "Is there anything you wish to tell me before I leave?" -- "Y e s .")

Twiggs Jameson

I have a theory about the actual identity of the pseudonymous Twiggs Jameson, author of the Grove Press funny dirty book Billy & Betty.

But my theory is beyond the scope of this blog, for which refer to earlier posts. This blog has a limited set of goals, but they are well-defined, which means the same thing as limited.

Frederick Barthelme

It's been a while since I read a book by Frederick Barthelme, but I buy one every time one comes out. Except that gambling memoir I missed, when it came out.

This should really go without saying

The Horace illustration here is a little like the mermaid pic that is the original of the Starbucks logo, in a way, and that's the way I like it.

And as for James Salter:

Yeah, that's James Salter.

Before I forget

Anybody who doesn't like Herbert Morris can kiss my butt.

Not all that much to do with Charles Portis

This blog doesn't have all that much to do with Charles Portis.

This is, however, the only place on the web, and I do believe you will find this to be true if you investigate, that is devoted to the proposition that anybody who doesn't like a certain artist can kiss my butt.