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The 17th already?  And only the second blog entry for the month.  Caramba.  What a lackadaisical blogger I am. It was easier to stay on top of this when I was driving truck.  Hunkered down in the sleeper cab, parked in some diesel- and urine-redolent truckstop, it was pretty easy to find the time to […]

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In response to my 11/27 post, a concerned reader writes:  “And yet a little historical perspective is in order. Making a living as a writer of fiction was extremely rare up until the 19th century. Then a combination of factors resulted in a huge market for reading material. This whole fiction thing is just a […]

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Hope you’ve enjoyed the past eighteen days of no posts more than I have. It hasn’t been horrible, mind you, but much of it has been taken up with one of my favorite activities, hunting up possible agents and shipping out chunks of manuscript. Right there is one of the reasons this process is so […]

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Once more, dear friends, once more they’re rattling Shakespeare’s bones. This just in from UPI:             British actors Derek Jacobi and Mark Rylance have renewed the debate on whether or not William Shakespeare was the true writer of his works. They have already received 300 signatures for their “declaration of reasonable doubt,” which was made […]

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How many of us believe the recent study claiming that Wikipedia and the Encyclopedia Britannica were equally accurate? I certainly don’t, because every time I have gone to look up something on Wikipedia that I already have a good deal of knowledge about, I find at least one error. Still, I am addicted to the […]

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Continuing my impossible dream of reading every piece of fiction the world has ever considered important, I have given up once again on John Dos Passos, this time after about fifty of the fourteen hundred or so pages that make up the U.S.A. trilogy. The tragedy, for me, of Dos Passos is that some of […]

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In my quest for Spanish literature, I read a mildly interesting thing the other day by Javier Cercas that would have made a good short story. Unfortunately, he stretched it out to three hundred and four pages. It was called La velocitad de la luz (The Speed of Light), which was kind of funny because […]

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