RIP Evan S Connell Jr.

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.

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.

http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/01/15/a-visit-with-evan-s-connell/

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.

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