“A Bad Generation Of Men”
I’m reading Raymond Carver’s Where I’m Calling From at the moment, so this is 180-proof bliss: Stephen King gives Carol Sklenicka’s new biography one of those reviews that’s more like a summary. The review also covers a new, “sublimely portable and long-overdue Raymond Carver: Collected Stories.”
Pour yourself a drink and kick back for an alcohol-soaked read, including this gem about King himself:
in 1973, when my first novel was accepted for publication, I was in similar straits: young, endlessly drunk, trying to support a wife and two children, writing at night, hoping for a break. The break came, but until reading Sklenicka’s book, I thought it was the $2,500 advance Doubleday paid for “Carrie.” Now I realize it may have been not winding up with Gordon Lish as my editor.
