Saturday, November 10, 2007
And the Angels try to bar the Gates
I have to put my grief someplace. We won't have Norman Mailer around anymore to epitomize the idea of a "man's writer." He was a macho, braying scoundrel, but I loved him anyway. A guy's guy. Guybrarian is probably mourning over a beer. Keir is staring blankly out the window of an El car. Bill is trying to compose a fitting Backpage.
Norman was street before all those faux "gangstas" made it a lifestyle.
Bye, Norman. And fug you for leaving us all behind.