Gasoline Lake, depicted in this old National Enquirer piece, is my Jefferson, and American Bottom my Yoknapatawpha. Those in the know recognize in these references William Faulkner, who signed the hand-drawn map that he included in Absalom, Absalom! (my favorite novel) “Sole Owner & Proprieter,” which you’ll see me using on the home page of […]

It’s the latter months of 1972. I’m a freshman at Eastern Illinois University. So is John Malkovich. I doubt that we ever met, and we both transferred soon enough to other schools and continued on our separate paths, his lined with millions of dollars, mine with pages. Twenty-seven years later, you could enter, as I […]