The irony is that I always have these days when there’s some measure of success–e.g., I’m told that people love my book. Great! When is the admiration-steroid going to kick in????
So I finally started a myspace account. That means I need friends. Do I have any out there? Anybody? Don’t let me feel so lonely!
The address is http://www.myspace.com/jlpowers.
I was visiting Menlo-Atherton High School today when a student caught me totally by surprise, asking me who is my favorite writer. Even better, what writer would I give my left foot to writeÂ like. Well, truth is, there is no ONE writer like that. And, I guess I like what brilliant genius musician Emily Wells said: “When I was 16, I wanted to be Ani DiFranco. Now I just want to be Emily Wells. The best Emily Wells I can be. That’s more than enough for me.”
But here’s a few writers that I really, really, really admire. Read More
Here’s the boy christened “Deedle”…in all his 3-week-old glory.
Evidently, Melvin Durbuloid WAS a true character around Boise a number of years ago, as my brother Erik pointed out in this post, Speaking of Squatters…Â I haven’t actually heard from Melvin himself but I did hear from a few of his friends who live in Seattle now and were wondering who Erik was (not sure if Erik responded to them). Now I’ve heard from somebody else who says Melvin was a character around San Francisco as well.Â Mike writes: “I worked as a Custodian at San Francisco International Airport in the early 1980â€™s and someone used to write ‘Melvin Durbuloid was here’ all over the restrooms or else â€œNegroid, Caucasoid, Mongoloid, Durbuloid’.”Â His comment is also posted at the above-named post.
Interesting. So,Â where are youÂ Melvin Durbuloid and do we want to know who you are?
We all have our romantic ideas. One of mine is certainly that particular landscapes, particular cities, particular places have characters that are uniquely their own–characters that are almost spiritual, perhaps. For example, I’ve long thought El Paso, Texas is a place where people have suffered and, through those sufferings,Â learned how to be merciful towards people who fail. I see this is the region’s long historyÂ of migration, the long history of people who come to make good on the American dream and, failing, try again until at last they succeed.Â Paradoxically, of course, the Chihuahuan desertÂ is a place where only hardy things survive the intense heat and harsh conditions. So in my romantic vision, El Paso is spiritually shaped by these kind of opposing forces–the history of migration/immigration and the reality of desert life. As a result, well, it’s kind of a schizophrenic place. Read More
In a letter to a high school student who is concerned that parents are trying to censor two of Pat Conroy’s books in West Virginia, Pat Conroy delivered a few quotable lines that I love:
Â ”I have yet to meet an English teacher who assigned a book [in order to] to damage a kid….I loathe it when they are bullied by know-nothing parents or cowardly school boards.”
“People cuss in my books. People cuss in my real life. I cuss, especially at Citadel basketball games.”
Anybody know who said this, “Freedom of the press belongs to him who owns one”?
Maybe that’s why I’m biting the bullet and finally starting my own small queendom–a publishing company with an owner, editor, and publicist of one. At least for now.