I should've done this blog post a while ago but I was annoyed with blogging and didn't bother. But this would make a good short post (my wife says no one reads my blog because I write too much - she's probably right). And I got another email the other day and it reminded me of this.
In the December 6, '10 edition of THE NEW YORKER, a guy named Jim Gavin wrote a short story called "Costello" about a middle-aged plumbing salesman and his dreary life in suburban Los Angeles. It was the kind of short story they put in that magazine. I haven't read it but I've heard it's pretty good, I liked the free excerpt I saw. I read an interview with him and he seems like a guy with something to say and I like that.
Anyway, the guy has zero Internet presence. No blog, no Facebook, nothing. So instead, people find me.
I always enjoy these emails. I almost never get fan letters so it's kind of fun to get his. Plus the people who take the time to email me are always interesting. They're the kind of people, I think, who would enjoy reading both of us, since they took the time to email and ask. So very cool people, if you ask me, the kind who appreciate good writing (ahem). In a weird way, these emails kept me going over the last year.
So, for the record, no, I am not Jim Gavin, published by THE NEW YORKER and L. A. resident. Thanks to everyone who emailed anyway. I have some books of my own that you might be interested in over there on the right side of the page (click the cool-looking covers). Feel free to email me at jim (at) jimgavin (dot) net anyway if you are drunk and lonely or whatever, I'm not exactly drowning in emails so what the hell. And this is not a cynical way of trying to tie myself to him somehow in the Google results - that's been happening anyway so I figure people deserved some kind of post about it on my blog. I'm going to see if I can post this so that it will be easy to find and not get buried in the archives.
And, thinking about it, maybe I should contact the magazine and see if they'd pass the emails along. If he's anything like 99% of writers I bet he'd like to see them.
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