Aunt Jesse

 

Ashbel Green at Knopf had consented to look at

the manuscript of a novel he had written, and he decided

to deliver it in person, and put the hard sell on Green.

I don’t know if he even got in to see him.  I know he later

told me William S. Burroughs’ advice to him had been,

“Keep it in the family.  Stick with your friends.” 

That’s good advice, but Burroughs didn’t follow it.

I stuck with myself, but it wasn’t a choice.  No, that’s not true.

John Bennett helped me.  I should have stuck with him.

Instead I said things like I was “unpublished,” meaning,

“unpublished by New York.”  “Underpublished.”  “O, how

sharper than a serpent’s tooth is an ungrateful child.”

I took what John did for me for granted.  It wasn’t enough.

It’s never enough.  A writer is a black suckhole of need.

 


 

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