Monday, July 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
The focus on male friendship follows a strong path cut by Twain's Huck and Jim, Melville's Ishmael and Queequeg, Fitzgerald's Nick Carraway and Jay Gatsby, and Kerouac's Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarity. Midnight Cowboy takes a well-deserved place among a group of distinguished American novels that write--often with unnerving candor--about those who live on the fringe of society.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
James Leo Herlihy was born in 1927 in Detroit, Michigan to a working class family. After serving in World War II, Herlihy studied art, literature, and music at Black Mountain College in North Carolina, whose faculty had boasted such luminaries as William De Kooning and John Cage. After a professor told Herlihy that he had no future as a writer, the disillusioned Herlihy turned his attention to theater, where he met with considerable success and found acting roles in more than fifty plays over the span of several years.
But Herlihy continued writing fiction despite the discouragement he had received and in 1960 he published All Fall Down, a largely critically acclaimed work which was later adapted for film. In 1965 he published Midnight Cowboy, which cemented his reputation as a serious writer.
After the success of Midnight Cowboy, Herlihy retreated from the public eye and turned his attention to teaching. He took creative writing posts at the City College of New York, the University of Arkansas, and the University of Southern California. Herlihy died in Los Angeles in 1993 from an overdose of sleeping medication.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Angry Red Dog Rug by Bascom Hogue
by John Updike
She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learnTo use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floorAnd to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog!Good dog!"
We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skinAnd her heart was learning to lie down forever.
Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed.We found her twisted and limp but still alive.In the car to the vet's, on my lap, she tried
To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.
Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shameOf diarrhoea and had dragged across the floorTo a newspaper carelessly left there. Good dog.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Norman Thorne (ca 1900 – 22 April 1925) was an English chicken farmer and murderer. He murdered his mistress Elsie Cameron on 5 December 1924 and dismembered the body.
He was tried at Lewes Assizes on 11 March 1925, before Mr Justice Findlay. The prosecution was led by Sir Henry Curtis Bennett and the defence by J. D. Cassels. The defence claimed that Elsie had hanged herself and that he had concealed the death out of panic. The evidence of Home Office pathologist Sir Bernard Spilsbury was that she had been beaten to death.
He was hanged on 22 April 1925.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
I like to use metaphors and allegories in my work. This piece is not about Stull, Kansas. There are not Seven Gates to Hell. But there are politicians and corporations and individuals who believe corporations are people, and they make our lives seem like hell. So here are the politicians and corporations stoking hell fire with the victims of unbridled and unregulated corporate power.