OK, the river. Two
1. I grew up within
a few blocks of the river, in Bywater, the Marigny and the Quarter.
Have memories of Daddy taking us up nights to watch the ships unload
on the wharves (people used to do that), and lots of other memories
from a time when the river was a more visible economic force for neighborhood
residents. You might talk to somebody like Roy Markey (of Markey's)
about when everybody in Bywater walked up to the river to earn their
paychecks, like a coalmining town or something.
2. Of art and the
river. Yes, as a matter of fact, the river plays a huge part in my novel,
Soul Resin. It's this dark mythical force, a primal thing rearing its
head. I think my book should be added to the pile of American artworks
ruminating on river sludge.
a propos: don't forget
Johnny Cash! "Big River" is a must for the soundtrack.