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Jun 12, 2014
Elmore Leonard, Swag
You know I love Dutch. His books are my reset button, where I turn when I’ve stalled out and I’m bored with my books, and I just want something awesome that won’t annoy the shit out of me or leave me hanging. This one was great. If you need a list of books to start with, this one’s pretty good.
Sep 02, 2013
I had studied Hemingway so closely and learned a lot, but I didn’t agree with his attitude about life, about himself. He took everything so seriously. Your style comes out of your attitude — what kind of a person you are, your personality, how you see things. Are you optimistic? Are you funny? Are you grim? What? This is all out of your attitude. And once I learned that then I had to find other writers to study and imitate.
Jun 03, 2012
May 10, 2012
Elmore Leonard is such a badass. A lot of fun things happened to me this week, but bonding with the cabbie who drove me to the Lansing airport over “Dutch” (a.k.a. “The Dickens of Detroit”) was one of my favorites. Currently enjoying the hell out of season one of Justified, the FX series adapted from the stories featuring his character Raylan Givens. Read his books→
Apr 21, 2012
Elmore Leonard, Rum Punch1
Elmore Leonard is my favorite author for air travel. No bullshit, just great dialogue and a big bag of money everybody’s trying to get.
Rum Punch is the source material for my favorite Tarantino movie, Jackie Brown. The movie is a case study of great adaptation: trimming a little fat (tasty, but still fat) from the story, transforming the material into something of your own (Jackie, in the original, is not black, and certainly not Pam Grier), etc.
If you’re not familiar with Leonard’s work: GET TO IT. Here’s a great line on Hemingway from a recent Q&A: “I used to read a lot of him till I learned he had no sense of humor.”
Jan 31, 2012
Aug 08, 2011
Elmore Leonard on distractions and his writing space (drawing by Matteo Pericoli)
I sit here, in a suburb of Detroit, writing books by hand on yellow unlined pads with a view from my desk that offers distractions: Disney creatures on the patio, squirrels that come up for a handout and go nuts when I offer pistachios. Once I looked up from my work and a coyote was staring at me from the hedge a dozen feet away, though not with much interest. The squirrels know he’s there and stay hidden and the coyote wanders off, hoping to find a little dog in another yard. Several times I’ve seen a hawk, claws wrapped around the limb of an apple tree, waiting for prey who somehow know better than to reveal themselves. Distractions are good when I’m stuck in whatever it is I’m writing or have reached the point of overwriting. The hawk flies off, the squirrels begin to venture out, cautious at first, and I return to the yellow pad, my mind cleared of unnecessary words.
Feb 02, 2011
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