“I came to understand that the word “deadline” was actually Hunter’s code for a two- to three-week red-zone standoff against the exigencies of publishing. My goal was the opposite: to bring in a finished article before fatigue and entropy finished us off.”
“Then there was his homemade photocopied stationery, which combined lurid photos, tabloid headlines, and other media detritus that struck his fancy. Where they came from I never found out, and I never asked why, but for weeks at a time all the pages arriving at the office were typed under a letterhead that said:
VULTURES ATTACK FUNERAL AND EAT THE CORPSE!
OPEN AT ONCE
MAN SUCKED THROUGH 11-INCH WATER PIPE
FORGET THE SHRIMP, HONEY,
I’M COMING HOME WITH THE CRABS