When I moved to Portland in the late 70s and quickly burst into the limelight, the 80s becoming my decade here, I remember meeting an "older, forgotten writer" who, I learned later, had been in the local limelight in the 50s and 60s. How bemused and bored he looked! It puzzled me at the time, although even then I thought he deserved, he had EARNED, more respect than he received.
Now that I am an "older, forgotten writer" myself, I know exactly where he was coming from. Fame is a dark farce.
Now that I am an "older, forgotten writer" myself, I know exactly where he was coming from. Fame is a dark farce.