Wes Phillips

Jerome Harris sends along this link to his former boss' Proust Questionaire in September's Vanity Fair. Rollins, in case you didn't know, will be performing">http://www.carnegiehall.org/article/box_office/events/evt_10836.html?se… at Carnegie Hall on September 18.

A new story by Roddy Doyle. 'Nuff said—except that the "f-bomb" is dropped in the second graf. Of course, I already said it's by Roddy Doyle.

When I was eight, I had a series of accidents that kept me indoors for most of a winter. My parents, thinking I needed diversion, gave me a lab-grade microscope, which completely captivated me. I quickly learned to cut, mount, and stain specimen slides. One day, however, the med student father of one of my friends dropped a bombshell on me—he brought home a box of commercially prepared slides from the university's book store. For the next year, the only comic books I read were the ones at my friends' houses, my allowance went to buying slides, which, if I recall, cost 25–75¢ each.