A. Furniture mover/truck driver, house painter, proofreader.
A. I could not have a more perfect job for me than writer.
A. Catholic Memorial H.S., Boston University, Suffolk University, Emerson College
A. Impossible. But my favorite "literary" musical composer is Randy Newman. His songs are lyrical, resonant short stories.
A. Midnight Cowboy
A. The Simpsons
A. Dead lucky to have the job I have.
A. Look for humor, find life.
A. Without question, perfect happiness includes a steady diet of humor. I am pathologically addicted to the hearty laugh, and spend much of my life in pursuit of it. Probably, the midst of a genuine, helpless fit of laughter is the point of emotional nirvana for me. On a broader level, I have found my periods of deepest satisfaction were when my kids were younger, I was totally consumed in taking care of them every day, and my writing life was going really well too. That feeling of having a strong sense of purpose every day, feeling that purpose is a mighty one (thank you, George Bernard Shaw), and feeling that you are doing a pretty good job of it all, that state is pretty hard to top. These days, my kids are at the point of not really needing me as much as I would like them to. That has, frankly been a tough adjustment for me. But adaptation is probably life's most useful skill.
A. Anything deadly befalling my children.
A. A modest little house on a modest, remote little beach (New England coast, thank you), where I could hear pounding surf most of the time..
A. Muhammad Ali
A. Certain swear words. Intellectually childish and lazy on my part.
A. I wish I approached my adolescence more like Ferris Bueller did.
A. A genuine grasp of music, almost any instrument would do.
A. I tend to let my appetites make decisions for me.
A. I adapt, eventually, to most realities.
A. A dolphin. Is there any creature on earth that seems to be enjoying itself more than the dolphin?
A. I'm a goof, a high percentage of the time.
A. There is no definitive here, but I do love Hellboy's attitude.
A. The artist Damien Hirst, who qualifies by managing to be both artistically nonexistent and vile at the same time.
A. Lots, but I'll pick one. Poor manners behind the wheel. Why does driving give people license to be flaming butts?
A. Tough one. An evening of theatre and a restaurant is a pretty fine occupation.
A. I'd love to run a publication like The Onion.
A. Sense of humor. Strong work ethic. Personal responsibility.
A. Fettucini Alfredo, laced with spinach and smoked salmon, and absolutely bombarded with garlic.
A. Monstrously unfair question. Answer would change daily. Right now: Jessica by the Allman Brothers; One Week by Barenaked Ladies; No Surrender by Bruce Springsteen; Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez; Promised Land by Chuck Berry
A. Fitzgerald, Vonnegut, Joan Didion, Richard Ford, Pete Dexter, Arthur Miller, Tennesee Williams, Samuel Beckett. As of now.
A. Play it as it lays, Joan Didion. Stay here with me, Robert Olmstead. The Sportswriter, by Richard Ford, Hole in my life, by Jack Gantos. The Moviegoer, by Walker Percy.
A. I am too slow for rereading. But I am going back to the Olmstead right now, so that must be special.
A. Be bold, be different, excite, amuse and scare yourself.
A. Nevermind, I thought you were Chris Crutcher.