ghosthouse...
Actually my review, or at least my attempt at a review, was for 11/17/70 not Madman Across The Water. Fortunately I have long since lost that first attempt at becoming a writer, let alone a critic. I remember vaguely re-reading it during my high school years and feeling my skin crawl in repulsion. It was THAT awful.
I just turned 60 late last year. Older and wiser now than ever before, I am thankful that I at least had the sense to pursue other endeavors in which I was better equipped to succeed at.
(None of which were obvious at the time.)
Another Ralph J. Gleason I would not become!
Actually my review, or at least my attempt at a review, was for 11/17/70 not Madman Across The Water. Fortunately I have long since lost that first attempt at becoming a writer, let alone a critic. I remember vaguely re-reading it during my high school years and feeling my skin crawl in repulsion. It was THAT awful.
I just turned 60 late last year. Older and wiser now than ever before, I am thankful that I at least had the sense to pursue other endeavors in which I was better equipped to succeed at.
(None of which were obvious at the time.)
Another Ralph J. Gleason I would not become!