Realtor Hair Arrives in Literature
Over at Collected Miscellany I posted a review of Eric Maisel’s forthcoming book, A Writer’s Paris. It’s a fun read for aspiring writers. Maisel postulates a six month sojourn in Paris wherein you, the reader, arrange your life so that you can finish that novel in the City of Lights. Maisel warns that only Paris will do, so don’t try this trick in Dallas without consulting a local hairdresser. I remember a writers conference I attended, nowhere near Texas I might add, that was slammed by a crowd of big-haired guys and gals from the Lone Star state. I don’t what’s in the water down there, but, Good God Almighty, they’ve got hair.
Paris, Texas won’t do either. Hemingway did no drinking as far as I know south of the Red River. He didn’t have nearly enough hair for the Texas literary scene. Besides, if you were caught reading the Diaries of Anais Nin in Fort Worth, they would toss you in jail and shave your head. Your writing career will be sidelined, hair ruined. Don’t go there.