Butterfly in the Typewriter
My review of Butterfly in the Typewriter is now listed on the JMB site. a confederacy of duncesButterfly in the TypewriterCory MacLauchlinJohn Kennedy Toolejournal of mind and behaviornew orleansphilosophical literature
My review of Butterfly in the Typewriter is now listed on the JMB site. a confederacy of duncesButterfly in the TypewriterCory MacLauchlinJohn Kennedy Toolejournal of mind and behaviornew orleansphilosophical literature
Mrs. Levy was a woman of interests and ideals. Over the years she ad given herself freely to bridge, African violets, Susan and Sandra, golf, Miami, Fanny Hurst and Hemingway, correspondence courses, hairdressers, the sun, gourmet food, ballroom dancing, and, in recent years, Miss Trixie. She always had to settle for Miss Trixie at a…
Here’s my review of Cory MacLauchlin’s Butterfly in the Typewriter: The Tragic Life of John Kennedy Toole and the Remarkable Story of A Confederacy of Dunces. a confederacy of duncesautoscopicAutotelicButterfly in the TypewriterCory MacLauchlinJohn Kennedy Toolenew orleansphilosophical literaturePsychologyWalker Percy
Beloved Myrna: I have received your offensive communication. Do you seriously think that I am interested in your tawdry encounters with such sub-humans as folk singers? In every letter of yours I seem to find some reference to the sleaziness of your personal life. Please confine yourself to discussing issues and such; thereby you will…
Have you abandoned your project to form a political party or nominate a candidate for president by divine right? I remember that when I finally met you and challenged your political apathy, you came up with this idea. I knew that it was a reactionary project, but it at least showed that you were developing…
His blue and yellow eyes rested on an unopened manila envelope on the top of the toilet. For quite a while Ignatius had been trying to decide whether or not he would open the envelope. The trauma of having found employment had affected his value negatively, and he was waiting until the warm water in…
Some photos of the main parade. Mardi Grasnew orleans
“The sisters loved Ignatius. He was such a darling child. He used to win all them little holy pictures for knowing his catechism.” “Them sisters shoulda knocked his head in.” “When he useta come home with all them little holy pictures,” Mrs. Reilly sniffed, “I sure never thought then he’d end up selling weenies in…
This from The New Yorker. JazzLouis Armstrongmusicnew orleansracism
Here’s a just published book on Pops. JazzLouis ArmstrongModernismmusicnew orleansThomas Brothers