“The Wonderful Death of Dudley Stone”… some great prose in this one.
A fan is hunting down his favorite writer who gave up the craft when he turned 30, to the disillusionment of his fans (and the wider world in general). So good of a writer that Faulkner and Steinbeck would have amounted to very little had Stone kept at it.
When this fan finds Stone he’s amazed by his vitality (he assumed he’d be a weathered old husk, tottering around trains stations). But he discovers that Stone (in the town he replanted himself in after forswearing writing) has been very successful. Old signs of him being voted alderman, sheriff, and then mayor.
When Stone storms into the scene in the flesh his fans describes it thusly:
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My God! I thought. And this is the man who hasn’t written in twenty-odd years. Impossible. He’s so alive it’s sinful. I can hear his heartbeat!
Quite a few enjoyable stories in this book… though it started off slow to the point of boring with me.
But this one might be the most enjoyable.