Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Personae
- I: Early Days
- One. Control
- Two. Doubt
- Three. Fate
- Four. Same
- Five. Fine Arts
- Six. In Loco Parentis
- Seven. Settling
- Eight. Neighbors
- Nine. Prospects
- Ten. The Lucky
- Eleven. Instruction
- Twelve. Same
- Thirteen. This Is a Pipe
- Fourteen. This Is Not a Pipe
- Fifteen. The Reason
- Sixteen. That Person
- Seventeen. Predictably
- II: Writing Teacher
- Eighteen. Early Poems
- Nineteen. Motivation
- Twenty. Allegory
- Twenty-One. Grief
- Twenty-Two. A Portrait
- Twenty-Three. Veils
- Twenty-Four. Soft Power
- Twenty-Five. Lists
- Twenty-Six. A Break
- Twenty-Seven. Elsewhere
- Twenty-Eight. Custom
- Twenty-Nine. Parity
- Thirty. Fortune
- III: Volta
- Thirty-One. Images
- Thirty-Two. A Very Interesting Young Man
- Thirty-Three. Letters
- Thirty-Four. We Prefer to See Ourselves Living
- Thirty-Five. Love
- Thirty-Six. The Iceberg
- IV: Your Best Reader
- Thirty-Seven. A Novelist
- Thirty-Eight. In Advance of the Broken Arm
- Thirty-Nine. Their Penultimate Encounter
- Forty. Détente
- Forty-One. Worlds
- Forty-Two. Recognition
- Forty-Three. Persistence
- Forty-Four. And Then
- Forty-Five. Mingling
- Forty-Six. You
- Forty-Seven. Persona
- Forty-Eight. Est et Non
- Forty-Nine. The Author
- Epilogue
- Afterword: The Libertine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Authors
What up H-Bag,
bet you’re thinking I’m pretty slick. I’m writing you from me, as me. Or you as me and me as me and therefore it’s me. Pretty genius, if I do say so myself. the perfect closed system!
Anyways, if you didn’t have a massive coronary you realized by now I skipped town and you’re sitting around pondering me ending my semester a little early. But what you _need_ to know is I got an incredible offer, Harrison me boy, and there’s no place for me but the BIG apple. I feel like I couldn’t even have planned this, like how amazing things worked out but, hey, when you’ve got extreme talent haha ;)
Apologies for the silence. I want you to know that getting an agent has been good but maybe somehow subconsciously I did plan it all? I can’t wait for you to see teh novel when it comes out. Don’t worry broham: I totally changed your name ;) ;) :))
We both got ours!
I’m attaching a scan for you, because your becoming a genuine Seminars person and you need 2 know what’s
. This is a just little something something, the secret to the special sause. You being you *might* have missed it. Enjoy your times, man. Get that degree! Hey workshop worked for me so who knows what it would do for you.
Here’s to hoping some day our paths do cross but not too soon.
Your sincerely,
LOUDERMILK
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The Origin of the World
By Clare Elwil
“You’re telling me I have to choose?” the writing teacher wants to know.
They are in his office and the student has placed a sheet of paper on his desk.
“It’s—it’s,” the student stammers, becoming paler and more shapeless. “I’m just not”—she pauses—“sure.” She touches her prim eyewear.
The writing teacher knows that all personality is, at the end of the day, a performance. The student is waiting. The writing teacher examines the page she has placed before him. On the page are three paragraphs he has not yet read with any sort of concentration. After he has selected one of them, the student has told him, she will know how to begin her story.
The student is saying very respectfully, very softly and crisply, that she needs his help. She needs his help because she does not understand beginnings. She says that she understands everything else, it’s just where things begin that trips her up. This is her expression, “trips [her] up.”