I watched some of the National Book Awards on C-Span, and I saw a balding Rick Moody sitting right behind the podium. Garrison Keillor got up and his head filled the screen. A Girl not even out of High School got up and spoke about attending Bennington College's summer camp for young writers, and I thought the next generation of writers is learning that writing comes from a workshop and mentoring through Professors. What struck me in a deep way was how unimportant it all was. That American Literature in that form and with those people is truly dead. Hemingway and Faulkner are mythic in that those kind of writers no longer exist.
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