40-Year Run: A Celebration
I am writing a series of books called
40-Year Run: A Celebration.
A book a month, posted online, daily,
as I write it, at The Daily Bulletin
The first book is called TRADE SHOWS.
I almost called it RAZZ HEAP’S LAST
WRITERS CONFERENCE. Heap is my
hero, an anti-hero, or immobilized hero
in modern fiction, after Charles Willeford’s
New Forms of Ugly. Dennis McMillan, publisher.
Also reprinted in Writing and Other Blood Sports.
Also Dennis McMillan. In it, he asks if the immobilized hero
will ever find his way to the absolute Zero, the white leviathan?
No, because if the highly literate reader had more money
he would buy more books and become even more immobilized.
takes a person over. That’s the plot.
“I curdled. It rankles. The writing took over.”
Who wants to read about that? Beautiful vampires
are sucking your blood. They’re swallowing.
They lap it up like hummingbirds at a trumpet creeper.
The trumpet creeper shall sound!
It shall creep. It shall inch forward
dialectically. Except when it fulgurates,
like Claude Lévi-Strauss’s intuition.
I studied French structuralism in college.
Sous rature. I am under erasure.