May 5, 2005
The hellish life of a famous literary agent's "fee man."
RLC lived it and finally tells the story, prompted by this morning's bombing at 345 Third Avenue, NYC. (By the way, Richard, it's not "decent" to chose 3:50 am for a bombing on the theory "no one would be hurt," as we here in Madison don't forget.)
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Thanks, Ann, for that poignant reminder, 35 years and a day after the tragedy at Kent State, of where morally obtuse radicalism so often leads - the rioters in Kent, Ohio who forced Governor Rhodes' hand, The Weathermen, Bill Ayers, Theodore Kosinski, Timothy McVeigh, Michael Moore. Sadly, the list goes on and includes many who will never be brought to justice.
Ann,
Since I'm not a long time reader, I can tell there is or was some relation between you and Richard Cohen, but what was it - and does it still exist? (It wouldn't surprise me to find you are married and sending notes to each other through your blogs... before blogs I knew a couple that would IM each other...from the other side of a room.)
Jeff: I don't say it every time I link, but I have said it many times: he's my ex-husband. We broke up long ago -- in the 80s -- so there is no element of bickering or a recent breakup or anything like that.
Let's bicker for old times' sake!
Uh... admit you lied about stealing the shopping cart!
One of my many delusions was that I could have one of those trendy, very '80s, amicable divorces. Maybe not to the point of public gushings: "We are, like, Best Friends now we're divorced. We, like, just Get Along So Well." Just something polite and cooperative and respectful. But, to manage that you have to choose your ex-spouse-to-be with great care. My divorce would have gone a lot better if I'd divorced her sister, a sentiment in which her sister concurs. At any rate, you two appear to have managed this, and I offer congratulations tinged around the edges with envy.
Ann: I'm a fiction writer, not a prevaricator. And that piece was nonfiction. I stole the cart as described and we continued using it when we moved to Park Slope and the supermarket was a 1/4 mile walk down Seventh. Jeez, and I kept saying you were right to be angry with me!
Simon: I like the idea of choosing one's wife for her potential as an ex-spouse. Very reasonable.
I hate to ruin a witticism by being serious (okay, I don't) but if you "choos[e] one's wife for her potential as an ex-spouse," you're halfway to being an ex-spouse.
if you "choos[e] one's wife for her potential as an ex-spouse," you're halfway to being an ex-spouse.
true, but in one of those zen koan paradoxical kinda ways, you're also halfway to marital bliss.
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