The Tom and Harry Show

[Steelhead]

Tom Dennis, chides:

>How many times have I seen Steely's references to his publications on
>various posts...? Perhaps we should rename the list to reflect the man of
>Steel's advertisements for himself...but has he ever written fiction?

Ok, ok. I'm gonna quit this list today, as obviously I've worn out my
welcome once again and don't want to spoil the all the foreplay in
anticipation of the launch of M&D and now people are starting to beat up
Freud (who warned against the coming genocide) and champion Hardin (who
promotes its continuation). I think I'm going to start a Flan O'Brien list.
The PoMo hordes haven't decostructed him yet.

But as a parting shot against the accusation of self-promotion: how many
times have professors referred to their "classes," PhD. students referred
to their theories about the Goddess emerging from the cliffs of Dover, film
critics to their latest take on movies, etc., without such acidic derision.


Moreover, I have an admitted affection for the hated Mailer, who along with
Pynchon and Toni Morrison will go down as the best American writers of the
post-WW 2 era. Harlot's Ghost was a helluva book for a man in his 70s. And,
yes, I think Advertisements for Myself is one of the most original books of
the 20th Century.

Henry of Navarre strikes next, with:

>The CIA/Drug Trafficking story sounds interesting. Where is it
>published?

As advertized the story is in this week's edition of the Texas Observer,
which is online. Don't know the address. This is part of a chapter of our
book on the CIA and Drug Trafficking--which I am shamelessly taking the
opportunity to plug on my last appearance here in Pynchon-l Hell (Hey, up
there, St. Tom's Mom--They put a few more down here today, didn't
they?)--titled White Out: CIA, Drugs, and Money due out in April, from
Common Courage Press.

>As to Steely, I'm beginning to think that he has published some
>fiction.

Very, very funny. One novel (Living Under Architecture)--too chickenshit to
send to publishers--dozens of ss's, one of which is still kicking around
out there, titled In the Wake of Everyday Life. It's an awful merger of the
styles of Raymond Carver and Barry Hannah. I don't recommend the
experience.

Steely