Me and novelist J. P. Donleavy. Can you tell I wasn't impressed? Not a nice man. NYC c. 1978
Poet/novelist/etc. Robert Penn Warren, who I did dig, really nice man, and me. NYC c. 1978
Me (third from left) with bosses and cohorts at my only office job (didn't even make it two years) (in publishing) with one of my all-time favorite writers, William Saroyan, second from right. A little too full of himself (as I also have often been), but his writing still reminds me of why he was an inspiration to me as a young writer and man (decades before this shot) who identified so much with his approach and perspective at the time. I still can read and enjoy him anytime (and by the way he was Keroauc's favorite writer when he was a young man as well).
The late great poet/writer/little mag and small press publisher Jim Haining (author of one of my all-time favorite books, A Quincy History, and would be even if I weren't written about in it) and me around 1990 in Portland, Oregon where Jim was living at the time and I was doing readings for I think they call it Artquake.
Writer and raconteur Malachy McCourt, me and writer/scholar Dan Cassidy at a reading Malachy and I did in a San Francisco bar c. 1997.
6 comments:
Wow, big stretch of years with some very big names. Too bad about Donleavy but I have to say I'm surprised he's still alive.
He may have been nicer with other folks. But he treated me and everyone at my job like peons and dismissed all other authors, etc. Very landed gentry with his Ginger Man money. But I'm sure I've struck folks as pretty arrogant myself now and then over the years.
Great photos---I'm glad you posted these.
Thanks tp.
Michael,
A ghost just passed through the room, speaking so softly it was difficult to make out the words...
"The Departed"
(I've always thought it safest to stay as far out of camera range as possible, myself -- especially when in company of The Mildly-to-Moderately Famous. Just superstition, probably, and easy enough these days, as I am no longer able to leave the house...)
sorry about you're being housebound Tom, but I have to say photos of you back in the day (long before all this Internet jive) were what gave me a more complete sense of who the man behind the words was...and as is obvious to anyone who reads any of my words, the personal in the historical has always been my favorite place to nestle in anything I'm reading or viewing...
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