He was outsize in every respect; hugeness is his dominating iconography. Six feet four-and- a-half inches tall; awkward, handsome, impressive, and intimidating. A prodigious drinker and brawler, sleepless to produce the pages that arrived at the publisher in a crate, or so it was said.
Authors Thomas Wolfe
Carl Van Vechten
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… unmediated transmission of Wolfe’s words succeeds only in reminding those who may have forgotten how truly dreadful a writer he is.
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Wolfe once told me at a cocktail party that I didn’t know what it was to be a writer. My wife, standing next to me, complained about that. “But my husband is a writer,” she said. Wolfe was genuinely surprised. “He is?”
Look Homeward, Angel