It's good to see a letter from former friendly antagonist Lee Klein up on the Moby lit site. Lee the loveable lunkhead literary Lothario conquerer of lit-babes throughout Manhattan is now plying his trade in Iowa. Writing, that is.
I first met Lee at an infamously dull Firecracker Alternative Book Awards gathering a few years back. Lee was supposed to throw me through the mirror behind the bar-- had announced to the world he would do so-- but when we met we started drinking and talking and forgot about it. Which was a shame-- it would've added needed life to the party.
Now we know why Foetry is anonymous! They apparently have no desire to meet the oft-rampaging Lee Klein. But it takes all the fun out of things, doesn't it?
The last time I saw Lee I was up in Manhattan for something, walking to the subway, when there passing on a street corner at exactly the same time in the giant city of ten million people was Lee Klein. Lee was returning from an informal workshop held in the swanky digs of a billionaire chick writer whose father owns some magazines. (Why Lee needs to attend Iowa is beyond me.) We stopped at the first nearby bar and knocked down many many many brews as I recall while discussing important literary matters, women writers, and other things. Now Lee's the big man on campus in Iowa. Defender of the literati! I hereby volunteer to promote any upcoming match between Lee and the ghosts at Foetry. It could be exciting, if they'd allow it to be!