Saturday, October 13, 2012
It's not like the guy wrote 105 books or something.
Yet just tonight, via a friend and would-be lover
I realized that of all novelists, I want to hear more
from this guy.
A posthumous, as-yet-undiscovered manuscript
would do the trick. Hell, I'd settle for bedside notes.
What really knocks me out is that a man as reticent
and reclusive as J.D. was, can yet hold me in thrall:
-- ever wanting.
Thing is, what he gave us was so good.
You want to call him on the phone and just ask:
Why? Are you holden out? Are you?
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