Subject: sectioing the Scot
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sat Mar 31 2001 - 02:24:22 GMT
Nice one, Michael. You're the first to penetrate the disguise.
Inside this no-nonsense, plain-porridge, combative Scot
there's a judicious, bearded, pipe-smoking bull-shitting academic
trying to get out. (They invited me to the Hemingway conference
in Stresa next year & I was so flattered for an hour or so I found
myself running around looking up Italian train timetables.
Jesus Christ Almighty.)
No but seriously, chaps.
I'd forgotten what sound sense old Lane spouts. Because he IS
absolutely on the button. If you have such an overwhelming
world of stuff to get out - the way Leo or Marcel did - you don't
have time for word trimming or word strutting or word squeezing
or word wanking. (The Irishman, of course, always has to be the
exception.)
For someone who has built a skyscraper of verbal-preening on
the modest base of three or four gabby New York neurotics,
that passage must have been written at the cost of some pretty
painful self knowledge.
Scottie B.
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