Goodbye To A Writer
He picked a substantial topic for his finale, profiling the state’s premier river writer John Graves.
I haven’t read the new Texas Monthly yet, but a friend emailed me this Graves quote from the article:
“Maybe it’s a sign of old age, or decrepitude, but I’m not very optimistic about the future of this country. People here, they weren’t what you’d call an admirable hunk of American society, but they had their own ways, which I got used to. They were a distinctive variety. But that’s all been wiped out. It used to be that the differences among people were big, and those differences always interested me greatly. But now I find a lot of sameness. I don’t like the way things are shaping up.”
I don’t agree with Graves’ statement at all, at least the part about everybody being the same. I know plenty of distinctive characters. A few might even be clinically insane. Graves could get his fill of personalities by just hanging out at the Fort Worth Weekly office for a day or two.
But maybe when I’m 90 I’ll feel like he does. Until then, I still think Texans are pretty interesting folks on the whole — including Graves and Cartwright.