A friend rings today and Lord, it is good to hear his voice. My friend Charlie, who went from being a New York editor extraordinaire and is now a Midwestern priest -- also extraordinaire, for he is good, no great, at what he does. My, how life is odd. Imagine going from publishing literature in New York and hanging out with the likes of me and people like me who talked about work in translation far too often and far too vehemently, who smoked too much, who wore too much black and generally took the whole publishing scene far too seriously. Not say that it isn’t important. It is. Perhaps it is that we took our role and ourselves in it too seriously, for after all, we were editors and as such, we determined what the future reading of tomorrow - who would be big, who would not. However, don't blame me for Brett Easton Ellis, please. More >>>
Blogcritics.org: The Calling | it's your Father on the line
