Man rushing onto Sunrise Boulevard, singing Disorder in the Flesh: first threadbare notes, then his trousers stunning the air—man singing the Jackknifed Torso, Stabbed Back songs, man jerking between rows of cars, people locking their doors, their faces ashen when at last his shirt comes off. Wind carrying the ripped bar of fabric to the […]
—for Amber Dermont Goddamn the snow that sent me into the theater for two hours’ refuge in projected light. Even if I only wanted escape, goddamn my wanting. Goddamn the romantic comedy, a genre pockmarked by selves who never fulfill themselves. Goddamn the men holding hands next to me in the dark, their snippets of […]
James Allen Hall offers some advice to young writers.
James Allen Hall talks about the pleasure he derives from writing.