What writer would you be?

[KY Gentleman]

Kerouac had a very interesting life but a miserable demise....

 

[jgilbert]

either P. G. Woodhouse or Somerset maugham

 

[maggiethespy]

oh, it's a toss-up...

If gender were no object I'd be Kerouac or Hemmingway. As for the females, certainly Edna St. Vincent Millay.

 

[Down2BDapper]

J.D. Salinger definatley. Or, maybe Franz Kafka.
Oh, and if gender were no issue Maggiethespy, I'll throw in Dorothy Parker too.

 

[arthur]

Charles Bukowski,that slacker got the world handed to him just because so many other slackers wanted to live through him vicariously.truly a charmed life.And trust me as i sit here at 1:00PM on my 3rd bourbon I now that which I speak.

 

[just_me]

I love mysteries, so I'd have to say Agatha Christie.

 

[Buddy]

Hands down, Raymond Chandler. I could even see myself sitting in Musso & Frank's, with behind the bar privileges, fixing my own drinks.

If gender was fluid, perhaps Dorothy Parker. Depends on how depressed I'd want to be.

 

[HadleyH]

I kind of like Dorothy Parker's caustic tongue, l think she was fun!

 

[BinkieBaumont]

I'd have to be an "amalgam" or "love child" of (Mr) yeh its a mans name too, Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitfod, they moved in the same upper class circles in pre-war Mayfair ( posh London neighbourhood) Evelyn Waughs "Anthony Blanche" (from Brideshead) and Nancy Mitfords Cecil Montdore( from "love in a cold climate", and "the pursuit of love") are both based on the real life charecter of Anthony Blanche, a pre-war dandy about town.

 

[vitanola]

Harold Bell Wright, Edward Stratemeyer, or, perhaps Will Carlton.

 

[Miles Borocky]

Dorothy Parker

Speaking of Dorothy Parker, as a few of you were-- This summer, I had the pleasure of staying at the Algonquin Hotel for a few weeks while I was on a research trip in Manhattan. It was a delight to be holed up in one of their classic rooms with my laptop (I know, not a classic typerwriter, but a nice 21st-century facsimile...). It was great to see the hotel cat when I came and went. It was a delight to have a drink in the lounge, where the old New Yorker magazine crowd used to congregate.

And I kept my copy of The Portable Dorothy Parker by the bedside for nighttime reading the whole time.

 

[Marzipan]

Emily Bronte or Daphne du Maurier. Though Agatha Christie might have been interesting too.

Just not Sylvia or Anne...

 

[Zemke Fan]

Just finished a FASCINATING...

... biography of Roald Dahl by Jennet Conant: The Irregulars: Roald Dahl and the British Spy Ring in Wartime Washington. Dahl led a VERY colorful life when he came to America, hob-nobbing with everyone and anyone. The book, BTW, reads like a spy novel!

 

[MisterGrey]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, for our shared self-destructive relationships with unbalanced women, consuming desire to be adored, and mutilated hairlines.

 

[Marzipan]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, for our shared self-destructive relationships with unbalanced women, consuming desire to be adored, and mutilated hairlines.

Haha!

 

[Clara Noir]

Only writer I thought I could make a career from being compared to was Philip K. Dick. Old school sci-fi is quite definately my favourite thing to read after nutrition information on chocolate raisins. Even the titles and first edition cover illustrations make it worth picking them up. "Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said" being one of my favourite phrases/titles.

Yes I know he's a little later than we normally count on here, but he started in the 50s, was born in the 20s and when it's set in the future who cares?lol

 

[B. F. Socaspi]

Politically and spiritually (or lack thereof) it would be Kropotkin, but with the fervor of Ms. Goldman.

Beyond that, I'd like to characterize myself as the worst of the worst from Miller and Bukowski with the refinement of Camus and the outlook of Kafka.

 

[B. F. Socaspi]

Charles Bukowski,that slacker got the world handed to him just because so many other slackers wanted to live through him vicariously.truly a charmed life.And trust me as i sit here at 1:00PM on my 3rd bourbon I now that which I speak.

Happened upon a 1st edition of his in a second hand store on a rather rainy day in Jim Thorpe (lovely retro town) just a month ago. Complete steal. 20 bucks.

"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?"

For a grumpy old pig of a man, he had something profoundly human (or apparently avian) in that saggy old chest.

 

[Mike1939]

Since reading about him in the book 'Dharma Bums', by Jack Kerouac (my favorite book) I've felt a certain kinship to the Beat poet Gary Snyder. Perhaps a combination of Kerouac and Snyder would be my ideal choice.

 

[Tomasso]

What writer would you be?.

Probably the drunk one.