Self is full speed ahead on this book.
The excerpt below is about Alvin Dewey, lead detective on the Clutter murders.
He’s stepped into a coffee shop and gets heckled:
“I got a houseful of women who won’t go to the bathroom alone.”
Dewey had become accustomed to this brand of abuse; it was a routine part of his existence. He swallowed the second cup of coffee, smiled.
“Hell, I’m not cracking jokes. I mean it. Why don’t you arrest somebody? That’s what you ‘re paid for.”
“Hush your meanness,” said Mrs. Hartman. “We’re all in the same boat. Alvin’s doing as good as he can.”
The ranch hand waited until his quarry had reached the door, then fired a farewell volley: “If you ever run for sheriff again, just forget my vote, because you ain’t gonna get it.”
Self teaches memoir writing. The trickiest part of it is that remembered dialogue is far from accurate.
But, in this case, the “remembered dialogue” is by a third party who wasn’t even there.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.