Tuesday, 10:30 a.m.
William Kittridge read from the untitled novel he is working on. Kittridge retired in 1997 after teaching Creative Writing at the University of Montana. His work in The Kittridge Papers spans much of his career. He co-produced the film A River Runs Through It.
This is what I heard:
"Sky blue, night black, blood red...."
"Not just the landscape of the west, but the emotional landscape as well...."
"When I was at Iowa in 1968-1969, I thought the guiding idea they had was: your success diminishes mine. I didn't like that at all."
Of his novel: "God knows what it'll be called...."
"The women who come to my house bring books in their suitcases...."
"Another sad woman in my house for sad women...."
An older man, speaking to a young man: "You look like you might cry. Don't want no cryin'."
The telephone operator in Calgary in the 1930s: "We'll call Reno. I never done it before. I called Seattle. Never called Reno...."
"Like me, you get scared and tell yourself a story...."
"'Does she love you?' 'Like a blanket,' he said."
"The mutter of his voice didn't carry much in the way of comfort...."
"Incessant fright was not a doorway to anywhere...."
"She wasn't much older than he was, only fat and tired...."
"'Go easy. It's a double....' 'One more of these should be about enough for you,' she said.... He knew it had a lot to do with the gin but he went on talking.... 'You're talkin' like one drunk son of a bitch and you're gonna die ugly....'"
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