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And a lucky coincidence: Also new, a very nicely written Jonathan Lethem profile from the Bangor Daily News. (Why Bangor? Lethem has a significant Maine connection, explained in the piece.) Just a taste:
"I've always preferred dark horses and underrated things," said Lethem, who will return to Bennington College in Vermont, his almost alma mater, in June for the ultimate drop-out vindication - he's giving the commencement address. "I've been fascinated by lesser writers. It helps you know the writing world, not just the peaks. I thought I'd always be the dark horse. I thought I'd be reprinted out of neglect. When 'Motherless Brooklyn' found its place in the world, I couldn't occupy that stance anymore. I wasn't underrated or neglected. I was kind of in fashion and had an unexpected, pleasurable amount of operating room. I learned there wasn't much to cherish about neglect and struggle. I wondered instead what kind of work lesser-known writers would have done had they been better cared for."
magnumbadass writes:
I met the real Fast Eddie at a pool clinic about nine years ago. His last name is not Felson, and says that only about 30% of the movie the Hustler is actually true. He also said that he was on both of the sets as a technical director. He did the famous "everybody's doin' it" trick where Tom Cruise shoots in the eight ball without looking. A nice guy -- and the clinic was free. Whether or not this is the same gentleman that took a polygraph, I do not know, the fast Eddie that I met said that he used many different names in different cities that he toured during his "hustling" days.
Retro Boy writes:
Bollocks.
Fast Eddie Parker writes:
This is a fraudulent "egg". Whomever wrote this "egg" does not know what he or she is talking about! His or her "story" is completely fiction. The REAL Fast Eddie was not in either of the movies written by Walter Tevis: "The Hustler" and "The Color of Money". The REAL, ORIGINAL, Fast Eddie has taken AND PASSED two polygraph (lie detector) tests to PROVE that he is the REAL AND ORIGINAL Fast Eddie. One of the two polygraph tests was published in the billiard publication "The American Cueist". No other human being has ever been willing to take a polygraph test in that regard, because NO OTHER HUMAN BEING WOULD PASS THAT TEST! The REAL Fast Eddie is still alive and performing pool shooting exhibitions throughout the world.
Jon writes:
that's great
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