Gloria Jones had to pay for
Nelson Algren’s burial. He died
flat broke. He told Kaylie not to
become a writer. At least he didn’t
try to lay her, like her father’s old friend
William Styron did. Kaylie said
she couldn’t see what Simone de Beauvoir
saw in him, until she saw a picture of him
in his glorious manhood. He made Jean-Paul Sartre
look like a weasel. An epicene French intellectual.