Here's a Swedish author that could nail a line down pretty tight:
Stig Dagerman: "To kill a child"
Stig Dagerman: "To kill a child"
"Burning in Water and Drowning in Flame"
Forget about it.and when you're sixty five you would like to enjoy a good cup of tea.
I tried reading McElroy but was lost in the slang. Good imagery, though.I'm struggling through the first couple chapters of Joseph McElroy's Women & Men.
Everyone who ever heard of them wrote a book about them. I try to keep my intake to the people who really knew them or worked for/with them for a good chunk of time. But even some of those are pretty useless (Peter Brown's The Love You Make, for instance).Did you ever hear of the Philly news guy Larry Kane who befriended the Beatles and then wrote a book about his time with them?
I'm halfway through and partially enjoying "The Ginger Man" by J.P. Donleavy. I've been told it gets better slowly, and I hope so.
Jesus. That's harsh. The Road to Los Angeles was raw, but best displayed the true nature of Fante's character, I think. Offensive, confrontational, and funny as hell. And an excellent writer (even if his younger self was a loathsome jack-ass). In fact, I put it ahead of Wait Until Spring Bandini and in the same league as Ask the Dust and Dreams from Bunker Hill, even if it is significantly less polished.The Road to Los Angeles belonged in a wastewater treatment plant under a load of sludge never to be seen by human eyes ever again.