The dignity of the faux dead
This is an addendum to my earlier post on P.F. Kluge's novel Eddie and the Cruisers. And I swear it's true.
In the late 1980s I worked in Florence, Alabama for the Olan Mills Portrait Studio chain. The studio manager was a woman then in her mid-forties, and one night just after closing our conversation turned to how much I liked the music from Eddie and the Cruisers.
"You know," she said fervently, "I wish they'd leave him alone."
I said, "I beg your pardon?"
"I wish they'd just let him rest in...
In the late 1980s I worked in Florence, Alabama for the Olan Mills Portrait Studio chain. The studio manager was a woman then in her mid-forties, and one night just after closing our conversation turned to how much I liked the music from Eddie and the Cruisers.
"You know," she said fervently, "I wish they'd leave him alone."
I said, "I beg your pardon?"
"I wish they'd just let him rest in...
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