To HH & C(B)B
Thank you. I’m dazzled… and a little chastened… that all or even some of this afflatus (re yours of today) should have been wrung from an Equity [computer]. As it happens, C’s afflatus looks wrung from something else, but that’s no matter…
HH, have you sat on your <Help> key too long? The persona in your “Things Passed” is the product of a fecund, associative, urbane, demented hemidemisemiquaverer… I’m reminded of a colleague in English literature who was reputed to let an article every morning before breakfast…
C(B)B, the Proustian assonances of your untitled fragment do not redeem its filthiness. That much can be said for it. But if you’re going to write that sort of thing, be more explicit. The “dark, gothic prairie,” for instance, is clearly your protagonist. How “dark”? How “gothic”? It matters.
I’ve made minor but significant emendations to the computerscript of “Fable.” I’m considering signing the piece “A Victoria County Writer,” though certain of the evocations are drawn from beyond the county line. This is probably the only real dilemma left to resolve before I mail the CS of “Fable” to Farrar, Straus, Giroux. They’re not hounding me yet, thank goodness, being unaware I exist, but I feel overdue.
Will this be the last episode of “The Literati Cavort”? Who nose?
(c) 2018 JMN.