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It’s the sincerest form of flattery, and it’s not going away, but imitation as a means of creation does not enjoy the acceptance it once did. What once was homage is now plagiarism. Guest Weekling Charlie Clissitt goes to bat for practitioners of the age-old art of looking over the shoulders of giants.
Part 2 of Kurt Baumeister’s discussion with author D. Foy wherein the topic turns to matters as diverse as Foy’s literary influences and a dog named Mrs. Roosevelt. And there’s an excerpt from Patricide!
In Part 1 of their two-part conversation, D. Foy and Kurt Baumeister discuss time, fathers, religion, capitalism, the state of literary fiction, and D.’s bold new book, Patricide.
Memo to the implacable and petulant Bernie Bros: if Hillary is good enough for your hero, she’s good enough for you.
In his Weeklings debut Scott Waldyn asks the musical question, “What’s adulting anyway?”
If you’re still alive, you’re not Orlando. Do something. Do anything.