The Guy Next Door
I was reading in The Atlantic about Harlen Coben, a mystery/crime writer who makes upwards of 7 figures for his books.
He noted that he lived on the same floor as David Foster Wallace when they attended Amherst. They had a philosophy class together where Coben received a B- for what he thought was a well-written paper. Wallace got an A, so Coben asked to take a look at the paper. He thought it was the best thing he had ever read, and then panicked because he thought everyone at Amherst was as smart as Wallace.
Could you imagine that your sample of one turns out to be one of the better writers of your generation? That could play with your head a bit, eh?
He noted that he lived on the same floor as David Foster Wallace when they attended Amherst. They had a philosophy class together where Coben received a B- for what he thought was a well-written paper. Wallace got an A, so Coben asked to take a look at the paper. He thought it was the best thing he had ever read, and then panicked because he thought everyone at Amherst was as smart as Wallace.
Could you imagine that your sample of one turns out to be one of the better writers of your generation? That could play with your head a bit, eh?
posted by cieux autres at 11:27 AM
1 Comments:
I think that this story proves that you can do just fine in this world by getting B minuses.
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