Norman Mailer
Another great writer gone too soon.
The year was 1963. I was 13 yrs old and laying in a bed in the pediatrics ward of St. Vincents Hospital in Vancouver, fighting for my life. My older brother (at the time 17) came in one day to visit and dropped off a bunch of books for me to read. Among those books was Mailer’s . It made a very big impression on me and I read it several times during my 10 months or so in the hospital. And so began a love of good literature and an even greater love of reading. So long Norman, thanks for turning me on.
[tags]Norman Mailer, curmudgeon, writer par excellence, dead[/tags]
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