
I realize I have bowdlerized a bit of T.S Elliot here (who in turn referenced Joseph Conrad) but when I looked at the picture of Mailer plastered on the covers of the New York papers all I could think about was damn, could you find a less flattering photo? Wrinkly, scraggly, unkempt and kinda freaky looking, especially as a close up. Damn.
I’ve never met Norman Mailer, but I can guarantee we wouldn’t have agreed on one damn thing. I lost all tolerance for macho myopia back when I had to read Hemingway in high school. Still, can’t we accord folks a little dignity? Sheesh!





