> Last month I was at a fiction reading by Jamaica Kincaid and she spoke > about William Shawn from the New Yorker haunting her as she wrote. Every > word she chose and every sentence she drew made her think of Shawn and > how he would react to it is how she described it. Afterwards I couldn't > get her to talk about it in more detail all she would say rather > ambiguously was that he was her friend. He was her father-in-law. (She married one of his two sons, the one who is NOT Wallace Shawn; his name escapes me at the moment.) That was a nice memory she had, and is something that has been said by many writers who had the chance to work with William Shawn. --tim o'connor