RIP Evan S Connell Jr.

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I can attest that his Gen. George Armstrong Custer book, Son of the Morning Star, is very good, once you accept his methodology, which collects an amazing number of strands to the story of the battle of Little Big Horn, but refuses to braid them into a tight consecutive narrative, but rather lays them all side-by-side and asks you to make the connections.

His place may nnot be among the highest, but it is firm. RIP, Mr. Connell.

Aimless, Friday, 11 January 2013 18:43 (ten years ago) link

That methodology starts to make sense when you realize that the other likely course would be to go the route of "my theory, which is mine, of what happened on the Greasy Grass, is..."

Have you read any of his book length poems, Aimless?

The Teardrop ILXplodes (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 12 January 2013 04:12 (ten years ago) link

I have only ever glanced at them long enough to know they exist, but I have not read any of his poems, iirc.

Aimless, Saturday, 12 January 2013 18:03 (ten years ago) link

Here are some samples:

The Teardrop ILXplodes (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 13 January 2013 03:43 (ten years ago) link

Man, i only got into him this last year, via the Bridge novels (read Diary of a Rapist years ago but it freaked me out too much to have me diving back into his work for quite a while). This sucks.

ornamental cabbage (James Morrison), Monday, 14 January 2013 00:01 (ten years ago) link

Still haven't read that one although I have a copy. I guess I could say the same about the Goya book but for a different reason. Thinking about dipping back into The Collected Stories. There is a very recent one called "The Lion" that is a favorite of mine and Rockist Scientist, I believe.

The Teardrop ILXplodes (James Redd and the Blecchs), Monday, 14 January 2013 01:00 (ten years ago) link

one year passes...

Mr. Bridge copies out a love letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne: “Thou only hast revealed me to myself; for without thy aid, my best knowledge of myself, would have been merely to know my own shadow—to watch it flickering on the wall, and mistake its fantasies for my own real actions.” In your poem Notes from a Bottle Found at the Beach in Carmel, you write almost the opposite: “Come with me or stay. I am full of dreams and charged with strange excitement. Although I am not at ease in this world, there is no one who can stop me.”

This over here is a two-thousand-year-old tortilla maker.

ILB Traven (James Redd and the Blecchs), Sunday, 30 November 2014 20:50 (eight years ago) link

seven years pass...

Biography that came out in October is reviewed favorably in the latest Harper’s.

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