originally posted by maureen:
I think Eden has been screwed! er, rather, unfairly overlooked. In any event, if we were giving awards for most entertaining writer (at least in the absence of Coad), I'd give the award to Eden with a first runner up award to Sharon (who is hot on Eden's trail on this one).
Why, thank you Maureen, but really, I feel as if I've been on a bit of a hiatus (a popular word here in Southern CA) throughout much of 2009 and as such, feel myself unworthy of consideration. And thanks to Bwood too, as I'm a big fan of the Coen Brothers and their oeuvre (oeuvres over easy?), but as much as I like Fargo, I'm more partial to "The Big Lebowski" and "Raising Arizona", but reserve a special place in my heart for "Barton Fink", what with its references to the way that the movie business used to be transacted. I'm a big Nathaniel West fan and the Coen Brothers are writing the sorts of films that West would have written had he paid attention to that stop sign...but who could have written a more ironic finish to one's life than to get in a car wreck on your way to a funeral, particularly F. Scott Fitzgerald's funeral?.
I am heartened (and reveling) in the reappearance of Coad above. I have a picture of him above my typewriter that I use for inspiration when my writing spirits ebb; perhaps his brief reemergence was a salvo fired across the collected bow of Wine Disorder and he'll be spending more time here, once he's completed his roman clef ripping the lid off of the sordid early days of the compuserve and aol wine pages and those of the WLDG. Personally, I can't wait to read it!
-Eden (mystified like everyone else as to how she earns a living. Sure, I see her byline in
Gastromica from time to time, but I get the feeling that she's one of those covert CIA ops who trades guns in Bolivia for exotic goats where are smuggled into Afghanistan which are traded for opium that's processed into heroin and sold to philosophy majors at Cal Berkeley, with the profits thereby derived being used to prop up the dictatorship at General Motors that is hell-bent on destroying the economy of Sweden by selling Saab to the Danes at Spyker. Trust me, she'd do it - I've heard they've promised her a Saab JAS39 Gripen for her own use if this whole scheme works out. If it doesn't work out, they'll probably just transfer her to the reception desk at the consulate in Riga where she'll have plenty of time to post on Wine Disorder)