...in 1973, when my first novel was accepted for publication, I was in similar straits: young, endlessly drunk, trying to support a wife and two children, writing at night, hoping for a break. The break came, but until reading Sklenicka’s book, I thought it was the $2,500 advance Doubleday paid for “Carrie.” Now I realize it may have been not winding up with Gordon Lish as my editor.
Stephen King reviews Raymond Carver a Writers Life by Carol Sklenicka.
[Somebody, somewhere out there, has a photograph of me and Raymond Carver, him with his arm around me, having said, hey, let's do this thing properly.]