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Rants, Rates, Slags, Slates. Manic-depressive posts from Red Wright-Hand. Because there are thousands of worthless blogs out there and who am I not to add to their number? Total US troop deaths in Iraq to date (09/01/07) since 03/20/03: 3739
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Tuesday, May 06, 2003
This is the world's newest blog, though by the time I finish this post, the statement will likely no longer be true. But it's free, and I want to see how far I will get with this before I and any assumed readers lose interest. So yes, I am Red Wright-Hand and this is my Red Right Blog. Admirers of Nick Cave and/or John Milton (and his chief work in particular) will get the reference, I trust. I also like the name for its contradictory political implications, as though I were some Communist neo-conservative out to poison the well of the world-mind. Hysterical, ain't it? I don't intend to speak about myself directly, but will be interested to hear from readers who may be able to detect who and where I am by references dropped from time to time. (Blue has his clues, Red has his threads.) Here is my e-mail before I forget: redrightblog@hotmail.com. (Of course, someone had already snarfed the redrighthand user ID at hotmail, so I had to settle for what I've got.) One recommendation to start: Stone Reader, an unorthodox and extremely moving documentary about the search for Dow Mossman, the forgotten author of a long out-of-print novel (he never wrote another) titled The Stones of Summer. The director captures the lasting effect a particular book, read early in life, will have on a person's character, and along the way interviews leading (or formerly leading, which is the point) critics, editors and writers, as well as Mossman's former agent, to illuminate the grievous state of literary fiction in current America. The dreams painfully constructed stone by stone, then utterly discarded. But a celebration of those dreams too, and a recognition of those titanic books (like The Recognitions and Call it Sleep) that came finally to be acknowledged, somewhat, by good readers. |