Lyle

(Found this buried in the drafts folder. I have no memory of writing it, or when, or why. But what the hell, here it is.)

That was Burt Lancaster’s strategy as actor/producer. One for the folks, one for art, another for the folks, another for art. During his life he was famous for the big studio blockbusters, now he’s famous for the critical faves/commercial flops.

That’s always been my strategy too, except I think in terms of lives. In this life I write stories for intellectuals and arty fucks, in my last life I was a man named Lyle who wrote books full of big-breasted women and the magnificent men they loved.

Just my luck I’m not Lyle.

Better than Lyle’s predecessor, though, who wrote surrealist limericks and was beaten up by Picasso.

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