Is there a more enduring minor American author than the guy whose breakthrough novel won the National Book Award thanks to an embittered sportswriter? Anyway, Friend of Korrektiv Paul Elie is back on the Percy plowhorse in The New Yorker. Maybe he really is our cool Dostoevsky. Happy New Year, everybody.
Yet one more introductory essay for The Moviegoer and it’s author.
I think Percy must have more brief biographies than any other writer, ever!
That’s right, the Percy mini bio and intro is practically a subgenre unto itself