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This Remington
Your literary critic at large taking on all comers
This Remington fancies himself to be quite the writer, doesn’t — he? She?
Who knows. Whatever. There’s been some other work of his floating around out there (including some rather harrowing pornography on a website called Literotica), but he seems to think he’s got an ear for short fiction.
I’ll go out on a limb here and guess that he’s another recovered alcoholic/addict.
There’s that business in “Depending on Magda” with the bottle of rubbing alcohol, although for my money, that’s a bit far fetched. As if anyone would really consider drinking rubbing alcohol. Yes, oh all right, Bowery bums and all, but come on. I’m not buying it.
As to his ability to tell a layered story, well apparently that’s what he thinks is his strength. “There Is A Number” is a little too clever for its own good and I don’t know how many readers will get the allusion at the end to 42 being the answer to life, the universe and everything from…
