Norman Mailer, the boozy, brawling lion of American letters, died Saturday at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City. He was five foot eight.
Perhaps the highlight of my copy editing career came when Rolling Stone ran three massive excerpts from Mailer's 1991 novel Harlot's Ghost. I noticed that a character who had been called "Freddie" was called "Freddy" several pages later. Mailer never thanked me for catching this error, but at least he never stabbed me with a penknife, either.
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Burn in Hell, Norman Mailer.
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