Norman Mailer died. You know, Mailer -- what else is there to say? He was here in Portland last year at our literary festival called "Wordstock." I started to write an article for a contest whose winner got to meet Mailer. I wrote like a paragraph, then never got around to it. I think it was about stabbing Mailer. I thought it was funny. I've got a few of his books. Yeah, I should really get around to reading them.
Anyway, he's a GIANT of contemporary literature. Shakespeare with a stadium pretzel. Ran for mayor of NY once, too. Here's his obit from the New York Times:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/10/books/11mailer.html?hp
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the succubus has him.
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