I saw Charles Baxter read once, in Minneapolis, I think. During the Q&A he mentioned that his early unpublished novels sucked, and when someone asked why, he said that he went about writing them in a little too Stevie Wonder a way. Then he mimed Stevie Wonder.
Closed eyes, lifted chin, lolling head. Fingers moving freely over the keyboard.
I thought that was funny.
I'm not going to say why the memory arises just now.
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My love for Charles Baxter grows and grows. This has been the Winter of Baxter for me.
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