Book, authors: Julian Barnes & more

Book, authors: Julian Barnes & more.

I noticed the name at the top of piece of fiction in a recent New Yorker magazine, and I read the article on the flight to Tulsa. Near as I can recall, I’ve only read one Julian Barnes book, England England, which I found drily amusing as only a decent British comedy of manners can do.

As I recall, I lifted that article from the magazine and stashed it someplace. Meant to post it along, as I thought it was decent little piece of fiction. With a romantic walker as the protagonist, and all the failed relationships, I thought it was a good little story.

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I keep getting queries from folks who don’t seem to understand the subscription model. What’s wryly amusing to me is that this has been in place since last April? April 9, 2003. April 10, 2003. One reason to keep a journal, I suppose – so I can keep record of what and when. “You expect me to pay?” Dunno, you expect me to pay you to read it?

Steve Jobs on iTunes – the storefront I’ve looked at – but haven’t bought there – yet. All said and done, though, it looks like iTunes isn’t really making direct money. Price is too low. But that’s the sticking point. Why I priced my subscriptions at $2.95. (As compared to some sites that charge twice as much or maybe ten times as much for a monthly fee.)

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The weather was set for one of those drastic changes. I was watching a remote thermometer in Ft. Worth, and the temp dropped from 68 to 48, so I knew it was headed this way. Originally, I’d planned to fish in the morning, but a light rain was falling, and I never did properly figure out rain fish. But a just after noon, I snagged this little feller, just as the wind was about to shift around to the north. Hard to believe that I was standing on the river’s edge in shorts and no shirt at 2 in the afternoon, and it’s below freezing by now.

Bubba “Dude you’re getting a DELL” Sean popped by after his 12-hour shift. He didn’t seem to impressed with my catch-of-the-day. Nor was he impressed with the delicate Aries serving us dinner, but I was. Aries always impress me. So do Gemini, but that’s a different tale.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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