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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The Midnight Crier (at 2:00 a.m.): Marly at Got Books? Let's Read!
On the Hodge-Podge site, I am "Narly": Gnarly Youmans, the crumpled-up Georgia sharecropper, I imagine. My own grandpa. This year's conference will be Friday and Saturday, April 28-29, though I plan to go up early for general carousing, along with my plow and my mule.
Frank Hodge has grand taste in books and says: "She will be here with her second [young adult] book which I found mesmerizing from line one to the end, INGLEDOVE. And I am not a fantasy reader-lover." I'll have to take him one of my earlier books, so he can see my mind in another incarnation.
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
I want to hear more about the share cropping Gnarly Youmans. He sounds interesting.
ReplyDeleteWho was that preacher in one of your books? Maybe in The Wolf Pit. He as an itinerant minister and talked right to me.
ReplyDeleteanonymous: He might be a figment. And if not, I would be using up my childhood storehouse.
ReplyDeletemidnight reader: Had to go look up his name. I forget them when they're done. Coggins the circuit rider. I went to school with "Cogginses" in Cullowhee--that's the "valley of lilies" in Cherokee. Those would be the ones called "naked ladies." The valley of naked ladies...