Saturday, January 8, 2011
James Ellroy, nightmare dick.
So I had this dream last night that I was at some public function, sharing a table with James Ellroy.
Scary enough, right?
But then Ellroy starts acting like an asshole. He says to me, “I read that piece of shit you wrote. You suck. You’ll always suck.”
So then I said to him something like, “Oh yeah? Well you haven’t written anything relevant in what, ten years? Maybe twenty?” I didn’t know what I was talking about but there was my pride to consider…
And next thing you know I’m having a fistfight with James Ellroy, and both of us are cursing at each other and pounding away. That’s when I woke up.
Ellroy is, of course, a genius writer who has written some of the most important crime novels of all time. I’m a fan of the guy, I really am. But I’ve also heard that he can be a real douche bag. I don’t know, mind you… it’s just something I heard. For all I know, he could be a swell guy.
But in my dreams, James Ellroy is a dick.