...aaaaannnddd the comb-over
I'm currently reading (ok, I haven't started it but it's IN MY PURSE AND THAT COUNTS) The Egg and Other Stories by Sherwood Anderson. It's great! she says without having actually opened the book yet OK FINE. But Winesburg, Ohio IS actually great and I HAVE actually read that one so there.
Moving on. Factoids de Sherwood Anderson:
1. He died because he swallowed the little toothpick that holds olives in a martini. It perforated his colon, caused peritonitis, and yeah. There you go. Actually, this is really all you need to know- death by martini toothpick.
2. The other Dead White Guys You Read in High School owe their careers to Anderson. His realist and sorta-minimalist style influenced Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner, et al. In fact, he was good friends with Faulkner. When William wrote his first novel (in his characteristic stream of whatthehellareyoutalkingabout style), Anderson promised to get it published for him- as long as he didn't have to read it. He also helped get Hemingway published when he was starting his career.
3. Faulkner and Hemingway both parodied Anderson's work in their own later novels. Anderson and Hemingway never reconciled and even went so far as to publish short stories about what asses the other was- but Anderson and Faulkner did eventually reconcile.
4. Norman Mailer called Winesburg, Ohio "one of the most important books in my developing life." Having never read Mailer, I can't tell if this is a compliment or not.
5. He really was a sad bastard. In 1912, he suffered from a nervous breakdown and wasn't seen for four days. Turns out he had walked the 30 miles to Cleveland and was found in a drugstore. Just after this, he left his wife and their three young kids to be a writer. You know how a family interferes with your ability to be creative. Always gumming up your keyboard with Jell-O and shit.