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Released 7 yrs ago (2/8/2005 UTC) at Johnnie MacCracken's Celtic Firehouse Pub in Marietta, Georgia USA WILD RELEASE NOTES:
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Caught at MeetUp tonight.
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I’m not going to rate this book.Bragg writes beautifully, and involves the reader in his tale. But while I like his writing, I don’t like the man himself--or, at least, some of his attitudes. I might enjoy reading his articles, but I don’t really enjoy reading about him. I’m offering this book to someone who has it on her wishlist. From page 176: _____The highlight of my time there [St Petersburg], at least in the first few months, was the story of Mopsy the chicken. The little bayside town of Dunedin, north of Clearwater, had been the target of a serial killer. It seemed a bobcat was, night after night, slaughtering the chickens of the retirees. The editor walked up to me, straight-faced, and told me that there had been a bobcat attack the night before but the chicken had miraculously survived, clawed but still clucking. The chicken’s name, he told me, was Mopsy. I said something to the effect that he had to be kidding. Two minutes later, I was motoring to the quiet and peaceful city of Dunedin. I was twenty-nine years old. I had won a whole wallful of journalism awards and risked my life in bad neighborhoods and prisons and hurricanes. I was going to interview a goddamn chicken. _____The chicken had indeed had all the feathers raked off its ass, but when I approached it, it went squawking off across the yard. I supposed they would have to get it some counseling. I interviewed its owners instead, drove to a little parking lot by the water, sat in the car for a half-hour and rubbed my eyes. At home, Mopsy would be covered in gravy about now. _____I went back to the newspaper office determined to get even. I would write the most overwritten crap of my life, I decided, something so purple and lurid that the editors would feel bad about sending me on the story. I began it this way: _____ “Mopsy has looked into the face of death, and it is whiskered.” _____It ran in the paper that way. All the editors told me what a good job I did, and not too long after that I got a promotion that would, I believed, take me away from stories about butt-gnawed chickens for the rest of my natural life. _____The moral, I suppose, was this: Do not, on purpose, write a bunch of overwritten crap if it looks so much like the overwritten crap you usually write that the editors think you have merely reached new heights in your craft. |
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Released 6 yrs ago (4/15/2006 UTC) at KawreS Superstore 1515 Stone St. in Falls City, Nebraska USA WILD RELEASE NOTES:
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