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Avoid the Hors d’Oeuvres
Sherwood Anderson (22 November 1935) A fine piece here about one of my favorite writers, Sherwood Anderson, with an ending that seems entirely appropriate, if Anderson had been one of his own “grotesques”: His death was absurd. In 1941, just before departing for a South American trip, he attended a drinks party and accidentally swallowed a toothpick from an hors d’oeuvres. On board ship he was subsequently taken ill and died in Panama from peritonitis.Read More
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Adios, Gary Reilly
Gary Reilly, The Novel Man My friend Gary Reilly passed away a few days back. A damn shame on a personal level, of course—he was brilliant, irascible, funny, and what my mother would have called “peculiar” (a word she always applied with affection). We were always glad to see each other, but never had that warm, unconditional type of friendship that Oprah talks about. Gary operated on his own wavelength, a channel you were welcome to tune in to, but he wasn’t about to change his frequency for your convenience. Gary’s death is a damn shame on another level.Read More
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No Contest
Travis Nichols has posted his reaction to Stacey Lynn Brown’s account of her frustrating experience as the winner of a Cider Press Review publication contest. Nichols calls her account a “tale”—a term that is just one brick in the wall he wants to erect between Brown’s revelations and Nichols’ evident faith in the contest system. Personally, I’m grateful for Brown’s candor, and I set out to post a response to Nichols saying just that.Read More