Monday, January 15, 2018

Hmm …

… The Mail | The New Yorker. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I’m thinking I might do homage to Tolstoy’s “A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich” by changing the names of the characters and places and otherwise reframing and transposing its parts. I’m sure the New Yorker will be pleased to print it. Especially since, as the one correspondent would have, I will be bringing it to life again (not that I am aware that it has lost anything over the years — but, what the hell).
Reminds me of that old Smith Barney ad with John Houseman: We make fiction the old-fashioned way: We steal it.
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2 comments:

  1. George6:22 PM

    Tolstoy's? The old coot lived a long time, but not long enough to cover the camps of the Stalinist era.

    Or are you trying to outdo the New Yorker in post-modernism?

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  2. Frank Wilson10:13 AM

    Oh, I just picked a classic story at random. I figure death is as universal as it gets.

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