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/p> p> MAILERING IT IN br> Re: John R. Dunlap's Writer's Cramp : /p>I witnessed this maybe ten years ago on a quiet midweek afternoon in the lodge at the bunny slope at Killington Ski Area:
A man was loudly berating the girl attendant at the ski rental desk. His boots were wrong, his skis were wrong, everything was wrong, and it was all her fault. The man was abusive and nasty. He didn't see me, but I saw him: Norman Mailer.
p>So this is how the great Mailer treats the little people, I thought. The young lady was very accommodating, but it struck me that she probably knew as much about suitable rental equipment for skiing the bunny slope at Killington as Mr. Mailer knew about the naked and the dead. br> -- Mark Candon br> Rutland, VT /p> p> I don't know, Mr. Dunlap. I liked the sentence about the sky attaining the color of the tea set stored in the attic since Grandma died 20 years ago. It successfully conjured up a visual image for me.
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