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Zusatztext “Barry Gifford invented his own American vernacular—William Faulkner by way of B-movie film noir! porn paperbacks! and Sun Records rockabilly.” –Jonathan Lethem “The experience of reading Gifford is like starting a car and realizing! too late! that someone has cut its brake lines. A spectacular wreck is imminent! so you might as well enjoy the adrenaline rush...” –Nathaniel Rich! New York Review of Books “Gifford cuts right through the heart of what makes a good novel readable and entertaining... The way Barry Gifford does it! it's high art.” –Elmore Leonard “Gifford is a master.” –Los Angeles Times Informationen zum Autor Written and Illustrated by Barry Gifford Klappentext In Writers , great American storyteller Barry Gifford paints portraits of famous writers caught in imaginary vulnerable moments in their lives. In prose that is funny, grotesque, and a touch brutal, Gifford shows these writers at their most human, which is to say at their worst: they are liars, frauds, lousy lovers, and drunks. This is a world in which Ernest Hemingway drunkenly sets explosive trip wires outside his home in Cuba, Marcel Proust implores the angel of death as a delirious Arthur Rimbaud lies dying in a hospital bed, and Albert Camus converses with a young prostitute while staring at himself in the mirror of a New York City hotel room. In Gifford's house of mirrors, we are offered a unique perspective on this group of literary greats. We see their obsessions loom large, and none more than a shared needling preoccupation with mortality. And yet these stories, which are meant to be performed as plays, are also tender and thoughtful exercises in empathy. Gifford asks: What does it means to devote oneself entirely to art? And as an artist, what defines success and failure? Zusammenfassung In Writers ! great American storyteller Barry Gifford paints portraits of famous writers caught in imaginary vulnerable moments in their lives. In prose that is funny! grotesque! and a touch brutal! Gifford shows these writers at their most human! which is to say at their worst: they are liars! frauds! lousy lovers! and drunks. This is a world in which Ernest Hemingway drunkenly sets explosive trip wires outside his home in Cuba! Marcel Proust implores the angel of death as a delirious Arthur Rimbaud lies dying in a hospital bed! and Albert Camus converses with a young prostitute while staring at himself in the mirror of a New York City hotel room. In Gifford's house of mirrors! we are offered a unique perspective on this group of literary greats. We see their obsessions loom large! and none more than a shared needling preoccupation with mortality. And yet these stories! which are meant to be performed as plays! are also tender and thoughtful exercises in empathy. Gifford asks: What does it means to devote oneself entirely to art? And as an artist! what defines success and failure? ...
