Hard to imagine having a cooler job than the one Gregg Sutter had for more than 30 years, when he served as the late Elmore Leonard's researcher. Sutter is the editor of the Library of America's Elmore Leonard anthology, which will be released in three volumes, the first of which was published a few weeks ago…
I had a subscription to American Film magazine from say 1982-86 and was happy to see this over at the great Cinephilia and Beyond.
When I was 25 I got a job with the Coen brothers. I'd worked on three movies as an apprentice film editor and got a gig with them as a personal assistant when they made The Big Lebowski. I was with them for a year, from before pre-production through post-production (when they edited the movie, I transitioned from…
As I've mentioned here in the past, Buster Keaton is one of my heroes. So you can imagine how stoked I was to read this in the San Francisco Examiner:
A friend recently gave me Dead Boys, Richard Lange's 2007 collection of short stories. I've read three so far and I'm hooked. He's really good, man.
In the rooms where the engravers work their drawings into the steel of a shotgun's receiver, the meditative strike of their hammers on the heads of their chisels makes a tick-tick-tick-Tick-TICK that you might first think was coming from a woodpecker's drilling on a tree. The tones are woodsy, with intensity and…
Pat Jordan's wife calls him a troglodyte, kicking a screaming into the 19th century. I first visited Pat at his home in Florida back in 2006 and looked through hundreds of manuscripts and drafts. I saw his tools of ignorance: an old Hermes 10 typewriter (he buys old machines on ebay for the parts), yellow second…
"The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it."
I know writers who still use a typewriter. One close pal whose neighborhood experiences power outages several times a year recently wrote a story on a portable. He wanted to get comfortable with it case he loses power and can't use his electric machine.
I found this over at Longform (and if you haven't bookmarked this site by now, whadda ya waiting for?)—Robert Draper's 1992 Texas Monthly story on Cormac McCarthy. I'm not drawn to McCarthy's writing but I'm a sucker for profiles of writers and this is a good one:
My father didn't care much for Fitzgerald or Hemingway or Faulkner. He loved Steinbeck. But the writer he told me to read was John O'Hara. I still have the copy of O'Hara's short stories that Dad gave me when I was in high school.
It’s always nice to watch guys at the game of their game, as Pollack and Hoffman were in Tootsie. Sure, they might have wanted to strangle each other but the payoff was sweet for us.