I Don’t Want to Read About Norman Mailer’s Old Balls…

This is why A Ticket to the Circus has sat on my desk untouched for a few weeks now.  I know this sounds terrible, but I really think one tell all book about somebodies relationship with the later writer is about all I can handle in a 365 day period, and I don’t think I need to imagine Mailer’s sweaty, hairy body rolling around in the heat of passion (I’ve already seen the Rip Torn fight video). Whatever the case, […]

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