The guy could write. The story of Revolutionary Road author Richard Yates, told in excruciating detail in Blake Bailey's 2003 A Tragic Honesty: The Life and Work of Richard Yates, moves me, partly because he got so little encouragement, yet went back to writing every morning, hung over or not. And he insisted on drinking and smoking himself to death. But he knew he was a good writer, and that sustained him. Here's my Variety column.
- By Anne Thompson
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- December 8, 2008 9:11 AM
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Yeah, no excuses for such errors, though the usual Cannes sleep deprivation may have had something
No, I was simply trying to describe what I found to be an ugly pallet. I don't have contempt
Great review, but the rhinestone business is in Austria, not Australia.