(My latest meeting with Norman Mailer, 13 November, 2004))
I spent some time with Norman Mailer Saturday night, November13, 2004. I mark that date for its significance to myself and to that spookiest of arts called writing - and this I do with a nod towards Norman for the descriptive “spooky”. My meeting was preceded by a day of great boredom and nonsense, bespattered here and there with genuine insight, generated by the forty of so disciples of the Norman Mailer Society with which I was with in Provincetown, Massachusetts.