Entries by George McNeill

NEW RELEASE: ONE LIFETIME IS NOT ENOUGH

“When I was growing up in Mississippi’s Piney Woods, everything I liked was either illegal, immoral or fattening. During my misspent youth and middle age, from standing in a lynch mob to staying in a Cairo brothel to surviving a coup attempt on the king of Morocco to suffering some three dozen in-my-sleep seizures that […]

WHEN INSULTS HAD CLASS AND WERE WITTY

~~~ You, sir, will either die on the gallows or of the pox. (Earl of Sandwich) That depends, sir, whether I embrace your principles or your mistress. (John Wilkes) He’s educated beyond his intelligence. (Old Irish saying) He was so despicable that he was thrown out of a Turkish prison. (Gore Vidal) She is a […]

JOBS AVAILABLE: LAXATIVE TESTERS

(ALL RIGHT, that’s just a shameless ploy to get your attention) DOWNTOWN NOW: TUESDAY, MARCH 21— 6:30 at Oak and Front Streets— 9: Home Town Henri’s is the one place in old downtown Laurel—and there was a large, active downtown before someone renovated it to death—that I remember as being a one-of-a-kind, found-only-in-Laurel place. Located […]

THE PORTABLE ELECTRIC CHAIR AND THE GAY COW

The following is an early edition of a chapter of George McNeill’s upcoming memoir. Here I sit, two years older then dirt, well past my misspent youth and middle age when I was writing best selling novels and living in Manhattan and Rome and Tangier and taking endless freighter trips and living adventures and risks […]

NO TELLING WHAT HE COULD HAVE WRITTEN WITH A WORD PROCESSOR

OXFORD, MS–Faulkner Land welcomed its millionth visitor today with a parade featuring Eula and the Seven Snopes, other characters from the Noble-Prize-winning author’s novels and marching bands from nearby high schools. The visitor, Lester Swanson of Boise, Idaho, said that Faulkner Land was the most enjoyable theme park his family had ever visited. “We didn’t […]

THE GINGER PIG, UNICORN LATTE AND HOLISTIC PLUMBING

In a John le Carre novel, a despised character is called the Ginger Pig. (“Ginger,” in England, is a derogatory way to describe someone.) We have our very own Ginger Pig in the United States but I’m not going to write about that now, for a number of reasons but mostly because, on this wonderfully […]