In last Sunday's Los Angeles Times, David Ulin
published a nifty profile of William T. Vollmann, but starts off with something that grinds my gears:
William T. Vollmann hardly looks like one of the most ambitious authors of his generation. Walking on Haight Street in his rumpled jeans, ball cap and black T-shirt, shoulders bowed beneath a heavy backpack, he seems an older version of the street kids who still congregate in the tawdry heart of Haight-Ashbury
What the hell is a writer "supposed" to look like, especially one who has won the National Book Award and the coveted Strauss Living Writers Award ($50,000 a year tax free for five years)? Or aty writer? Tweed jacket and elbow patches? Ivy League? Glasses? Demure and petite? Bill Vollmann, I might add, dresses the same way Jack Kerouac did.
I have gotten the same myself, not as a fiction writer, but for my academic work. Several times I have been told, "You don't look like a literary scholar" or "you don't look like an anthropologist." What they hey...what are they supposed to look like, I wonder?
Perhaps a uniform look is expected...
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