09-06-2005, 12:00 AM
Yeah, it would be interesting. But pretending not to know why I have a hair-trigger about people using his tonalic private life as means to debunk his works in total, is not like you Abe. Surely you remember the endless attempts to do so at Sus-stained Rebuke-tion?
To take you at face value, I will say that to find a living relative of his and get an interview would be amusing. But if I were dead and people got ahold of old associates of mine that I've since broken off from leaving 20 years behind us, they would get a very incomplete picture of who I am today and what the significance is to what I'm now doing.
The best reference we can get is from his rather volumnic autobiography. I've asserted this over and over: for his works to be works of fiction, he would go down in history as one of the most illustrative fictional authors. Since in most other respects the man seems unremarkable, I'm putting my money on it being simply a lengthy and winding regurgitation of actual events in his life; with about as much fictional content as any autobiography on the shelves today.
Hearing from one of his old bedbuddies and then using her experience with him as some sort of anchor is useless. Especially in light of his obvious transformation; even if as a fictional writer, if it were proven so, from his early works to his later. Still, it might prove valuable if only as a reference point from which he grew onward.
To take you at face value, I will say that to find a living relative of his and get an interview would be amusing. But if I were dead and people got ahold of old associates of mine that I've since broken off from leaving 20 years behind us, they would get a very incomplete picture of who I am today and what the significance is to what I'm now doing.
The best reference we can get is from his rather volumnic autobiography. I've asserted this over and over: for his works to be works of fiction, he would go down in history as one of the most illustrative fictional authors. Since in most other respects the man seems unremarkable, I'm putting my money on it being simply a lengthy and winding regurgitation of actual events in his life; with about as much fictional content as any autobiography on the shelves today.
Hearing from one of his old bedbuddies and then using her experience with him as some sort of anchor is useless. Especially in light of his obvious transformation; even if as a fictional writer, if it were proven so, from his early works to his later. Still, it might prove valuable if only as a reference point from which he grew onward.