
Maybe because I'd read his memoir My Dark Places, chronicling his rough life beginning with the horrific murder of his mother. He's a real character, an eccentric writer. I don't think he'd be allowed to behave this way if it weren't a novelist. Novelists are given a kind of permission to be weird, I believe.
I'd read that his day job was as a caddy. He lugged around gold clubs at country clubs to pay bills. He'd told he'd remained a caddy until his sixth book! I admire that kind of dilligence.
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Noel, you panty-sniffer. :-)
the greeks would approve of pederacy .. ^_^
Oh, thank goodness! We've been given permission to be weird! Now I can let it all out...
*ps-- I recently explained to a friend who works as a dancer how to make money via mail order selling used underwear to gentlemen admirers, presumably to sniff... most novelists I know, alas, would not be able to afford his "private party lap dance" rate...
I saw JE read a few years ago at Skylight: then was irritated when he cancelled awhile back. He gives off this bizarre male sexual energy that I find seductive, even though he always looks like he could use a good scrubbing.
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