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...woman, and a ghost. But as is usually the case with things I write, the story chose the direction it wanted to go in and I just followed. I’ve always said writing for me is like walking a very frisky St. Bernard or Irish Wolfhound puppy: You open the door, the dog flies out, and you do your best just to hold on. THC: How would you describe this book?JC: The guy you meet at a bar in a far away city who (hopefully) tells you a story interesting and strange enough to fill your evening...
...Once, long ago in Russia, a Baron decided to expel all the Jewish peasants from his estate. The peasants pleaded with the Baron, but he sat there bored, petting his favorite wolfhound. After a few minutes, he waved them away. Just as they were leaving, a rabbi who had noticed how fond the Baron was of his wolfhound, said: "You know, we're very talented at making dogs speak." Intrigued, the Baron allowed the Jews to stay on for a year, to teach his dog how to talk. Outside the Baron's castle, the Jews wailed: "Rabbi...
This detail initially strikes Walcott as a mystical confirmation of the transcendent powers of art, its superiority to the transiency of life. How frustrating, then, that as he grows older, the poet cannot again find the white wolfhound where he was sure he saw it in Veronese (or maybe Giambattista Tiepolo). How puzzling that his imagination keeps calling up a picture of a black mongrel scavenging along the wharf of a Caribbean harbor town...
...chat into palacespace is like stepping from grainy Kansas into technicolor Oz. Suddenly you're in a bar, on a beach, in Xena's Warrior Palace. Wandering through these computer-generated spaces are avatars ("avs"), visual markers of a human presence that can be pretty much anything, from a wolfhound to a smiley face, James Dean to your own humble head shot. Click on a spot in the room, and your av reappears there. Type sorry to the guy you landed on, and your contrition appears in a thought balloon above your head...
BILL SEIDMAN has just topped his own private joke. Shortly before he was confirmed in 1985 as chairman of the FDIC, Seidman got an Irish wolfhound, which he named Proxmire after the Senator who opposed his confirmation. "Heel, Proxmire," Seidman would bark. But not long ago, as Seidman prepared to step down from his post, William Proxmire wrote a flattering valedictory to the chairman. So Seidman renamed his dog Annunzio in dubious honor of Frank Annunzio, chairman of a House Banking subcommittee, who has sparred with Seidman over the S&L bailout. Seidman tells colleagues that when he calls "Annunzio...