Betty Duffy has a good article here called Filter!.
“There is so much information online, that if writers don’t filter their own words, then readers will. And readers can be much less forgiving.”
This sort of ties into the discussion about Mary Karr. If I published a best selling book. I would not give interviews, or do book tours.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
If Mary Karr showed up at your cave in sack cloth and ashes and asking for a word, what would you say to her?
In the cave absolutely nothing. The cave ain’t for talking. The cave is for listening.
In the Denny’s, I would encourage her to user her fiction writing talents to bring hope to people.
She wrote:
“Having devoted the first half of my life to the dark, I feel obliged to revere any pinpoint of light now. And writing this essay did fling open windows in me so the sun shone down again. I hit my knees, and felt God’s sturdy presence, and knew it wasn’t God who’d vanished in the first place.”
“In the Denny’s” — that image makes me grin Lenten-gleefully for some reason. Yeah.
I’m not commenting on this, on purpose.