The vanity of Ernest Hem (or Dead Roots Drama) Part one of two

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Chapter One

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I had a boost when I was nineteen, he became the editor and publisher of a small town weekly newspaper in Stillwater, Minnesota, it was discovered that a little 'more complex than I expected. I think that by which they can believe most people, a singer who owns a restaurant or a small-town editor, and I was no different.

The vanity of Ernest Hem (or Dead Roots Drama) Part one of two

Back when I lived in St. Paul, Minnesota, I met a good newspaper, many men and women metcontacts with them when I was still quite young, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen and now. Everyone dreams of moving away from low tone, the hustle and bustle of things in this conservative Midwestern city of Minneapolis and St. Paul and have their own little place, run the way they wanted, and write books in their free time or move to San Francisco or New York, a little 'bigger, not as a generation before them, now if the old arrived in town, and everybody wanted towas in a corner of the grocery store of Ma and Pa has its own, it all away, but now. With change comes new goals generations comes new dreams, or maybe it's just a dream for me, the dream I always wanted, a writer, a writer, and meanwhile, a newspaper man, and it would take all the nineteen years me, and began.

This so-called writers to be a writer, it would be a good writer, and writing short stories, novels, essays, poetry, short stories, novellas, you nameI wanted to write, articles, essays and so on. Just write. I once asked the author: "That a person to be an author or writer?" and he said, firm and steadfast, "he or she has to say too much, or do you write." And I suppose that I am now acquiring, dass

As it is, I said it in a nutshell, we see a call to the brotherhood of windy ink slingers and homeowners, and the subject of the first. I am one of them, just listen to his call to nineteen, but I wish I didnot for the sake of vanity, but I think I had a little 'what is not. I mean, is one of the seven great sins that I have heard, but mine was worse than everyone else? I would say no, perhaps a regrettable habit, not a Christian doctrine, but not in the Bible itself, I had never read anything I put in Dante's "Divine Comedy" is certainly not for the seven virtues. I did not have six more, if you ever heard Vanity: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, envy and pride. Woops, pride, perhapsthe other word for vanity. But I also had the humility and kindness, humility of a raw type. My mother once said, pride is the worst of all mortal sins and the ultimate source that caused all the others. He said he tried to compete with God, Lucifer tried to say that, not me. So that is what caused his fall from the sky. Anyway, I talk too much about this topic.

In my case I had this impulse, I really felt that I did. But I knew I had to learnCommerce, I think that my head feels numb, but I'm going to write: I earn my living, and that was my main reason to try for a job as director of a newspaper, and in the process of all these factors, I want to become a writer, because I have a lot to say to say a lot and I had to write about. And the work is only made available in some way. Almost like genetic engineering, now that I think. You know what I mean, like, environmental pollution, but arrived just as drug trafficking, wasavailable.

And I got the job in the small town-ship of Stillwater, according to his birthday party with the deep history of all sometime in the 17th Century, Stillwater, about 25 miles outside of St. Paul.

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Just to make a living was not really the big issue, because then, when I got the job, work was plentiful in America and Minnesota, in particular, maybe a little 'better than most states.

I think I heard you need to live with what I wanted to combine the knowledge and I spent many hours to do, my life,and try to write at night and go to college after my nineteenth birthday, I completely College at the University of Minnesota, and at this point in time, most of them felt that he never tried to contact me and so I let it be, I'm a year behind me, and the owner of the paper with a college degree. And I thought, as Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner never graduate, why should I have one, I mean, I was in good company. Before this job I workedas laborers, wandering from the foundry factory, just a personal policy, for the most part, I needed money to pay my study and my tuition fees.

The sad thing was, I had the urge to write, after I took this job in Stillwater, unwittingly, Mr. bait that newspaper owners, why, and my feelings were easy to publish new drink, try my studies university for making the Post notes that for me. Some colleges have never heard, but have been accredited, and thattook time away from my personal writings, there is no time for sending manuscripts of my short stories and so on and so forth. Oh, I'm sitting at my desk and write a few stories here and there, and then less than before, and now less than ever. What I'm trying to say that I did not have much free time or time to sleep, cheating my body and rest your mind, for work and socialization. In most cases, work and socialization has been with the elements of everyday life. But I was young and wild and like allthe rest of my age say that I was different.

My employer was well aware of what was happening, because I played the game pretty well, my time management well. Or if he knew that I did not know he knew, and it was then, or I'm a bit 'sweet sympathy was tilted with a guy like me, but I grew up. My mother and father had passed before I was 16 years birthday and I was the only child. So I had no one to really keep in close contact with only a fewFriends.

All young people have the edge of the unscrupulous once in a while, to do the unthinkable when I was at the party once and drank brandy eight pm, and my friend ran into the car in Ramsey Hospital to overcome to get my system I remember that her eyes were sad that they had before, or we had joyful faces, or we had something like that. It 'was like my friends became my guardian, usually. And I wanted to show my appreciation, if we had the Competitioncould stop drinking, funny, what we do to get attention.

My first book, a novel, had sold very well, "formless Darkness" is not sure where I came up with that name that was in my head when I woke up one morning, just as if someone had planted there as if I am under a spell, and the name engraved on one of my genes. And now I've got money and bought a double house, three apartments, in order to allow two friends of Mr. teaser, paying for heat and electricalalthough it seemed that I would pay more for electricity to keep cool on the spot, and the summers were longer and winters shorter. I thought of myself as a constant now, what the simple life, I was 23. Even a book was published, now I could read nature with his wife, and lazy, provided that the fee has always been, and I kept my job.

What happens in my life, I mean, I thought that at this point in my career as an editor and writer, I would, ifmust be to do all I needed to do to live in this simple and independent.

In those years, between half past seven p.m., I was busy. It 'been thirty years, I began to pay too much for my indiscretion, or rather the lack of direction. I was drinking too much, too many lovers, has come to my door, at work, and I had so many questions one by one, I have not had time to call my friends and I had written my second book, had ordered this in a year,Year was a year and a half to six months behind the deadline, and I was told to do or die. That is, for an American, grind the book ... I want to delete that for later.

However, I had to try to do what I thought was impossible. I think when I look back today, people often talk about free time, I was so young, I never thought that would never fade, but it works. And to be honest with myself, it becomes lazy and nobody wants to see people lazy, and I was so lazy asThe day was long, lazy, lazy, and laziness was a sin.

My friend was writing from eight to twelve hours a day, every day, seven days a week, said the cards, he said, has now changed from telephone calls, postcards, had to travel a lot around the world, had postcards. Leave a few hours I slept at night and wake up at noon, and celebrated, drank, well, if I have an hour to write, I was well received. How many writers could not, as I wrote my ECFriend. What I did with Greg Hamilton, my agent that the contract was in my face every other day? I avoid it, is that what I did.

I wandered around the city-let, went fishing, never jump on St. Paul, or go to nightclubs I used longer, stayed in Stillwater. I used to visit my friend in Oakdale, Diane Horn, went to college to become a teacher at the time, but now we talked on the phone, his voice changes from year to year.

MyCountry neighbors talked about gossip too much, so I could not ask for their advice, as I did in high school with Diane, but she was on the phone. They were merchants, farmers, owners of restaurants, antique shops.

The gossips said, the old man sitting idle up and down on the benches along the street. They talked among themselves, as if I were a millionaire, far from it. They thought I was a young man goes through life, and even accused me of bringingCrooks, the Mafia or the Mafia. But if someone looks suspicious, it was them, not me. I felt a bit 'like an open book, not closed.

I think the thing I liked most was that many of them read my book, and asked: "When is the next?" So I had the forces on all sides of me, and I wondered. "How could I out of it"

I do not know how to explain how I felt, but maybe I can in this way, it was the same feeling I had when I was nineteen yearsPart twenty-glasses if I shot of whiskey now here I was in or near an agricultural area living fat sitting in the wheat fields, or fields carrot or wheat fields, or in his garden with its grass, purchase a feeling of tension, which is close to you, placing roots, grass roots, in my case, you see the root you like to enter the country, is actually the body of the plant, the grass roots in this case , usually under lying beneath you, beneath the surface of the soilThey are, mostly, but not always with the roots of the body of the plant has no leaves is allowed, you can still see, but it is an important internal structure, if you pull on it too hard, you kill the plant if not give it to absorb water, it kills the plant, absorption is an important factor in his life. Similarly, it has been fueled, absorbing nothing. How could I write, I had to write something, like the man said, who wants to be a writerhave much to say. I had nothing more to say, of course, everything I said to nineteen. And so I feel like all my roots were removed from their soil. As if I were not irrigated.

Chapter Two

Because my policy was at that moment in my life living and running in the newspaper and drinking, I can safely say that I have no politics, if not for myself what fun to pay for the world around me and keep me busy. Maybe I just did a book in me. So I askedme, because I do not, or not, and do not have time to write it.

one should understand, a small town newspaper is not like a big city paper, we do not treat domestic or international sensational topics such as murder, and was for the most part, as a run forward. Obituaries long (or obituaries), weddings, high school begins, the events: in general with the paper with the comings and goings of the community, its inhabitants, along with fullchurches, hotels, and so on.

I have most of the work itself, the editorial and reporting. And now old at this point in my life, 35 years, I had my second book written. And my agent had all but forgotten me, and only at Christmas, I got a card from him. The publisher sent me one even said. "From the publisher" "If I ever do write the second novel, paste it to us, apart from that, you're a jerk", but was signed as a friendly, keeps me betweenSpirit, and I liked that in this, I do not continue to seek a new publisher, God

It was now a year since the last Christmas card I was thirty-six, come October, the subject of my drinking was taken during a meeting, Mr. Weatherbee Gene (who lived in one of my apartments in my house), the Borough Council Leader said, very exciting for me, my state. He said in so many words: I hate to go home some nights, alone in the big dark house. It would be in order,said that if he (ie me) may have occasionally quiet evenings. During several evenings, said: "I came into the hall and turned on the lights, Mr. Ernest Hem had invited the devil into his room and they were all dancing, they sang a song, but I can not remember."

A lawyer said State (the local judge, the judge Albemarle): "It is necessary, Mr. Weatherbee rationally think about what you say and think about your words carefully you will not harm the reputation of Mr. Hem.Just make arrangements to leave. "

"The priest (Father Jose) of the local church, said in a humorous tone:" We're all pretty sure they would be happier if you leave the house and be gone, leaving poor Mr. Hem to his business, and to see a psychologist Local. "

Of course I was shocked and thought: Where have I been all the time, I do not remember, parties, and this was surprising news for me and the tone of her voice greatly increased. I knew that my dignity at stake, but theJudge and Father Jose and the rest of the members were not necessary for each participant in my name, I heard a word, and I was probably more indebted to the famous group.

As you know, is a God-fearing state of Minnesota. And something similar to what was said during the meeting was not taken lightly. The voices of my followers were hot. And I had never taken any of these checks in my life. And I miss this part of Mr. Weatherbee genes are allegations.

Inin the following months, the newspaper has acquired 20,000 subscribers, I felt that it would be disastrous: too much, too soon, so I still shill Mr. Denny, the owner, and said that we needed to hire more staff and I wanted to have My second novel, I had already written half of it. But he did not want to reform the paper to me and said simply. "I'll double paycheck"

"Well," I said, but I asked myself, but I wanted to get out of this Editorialhead of the Master. I felt naked and nailed to the paper, and he said something strange, Mr. teaser. "I liked your party Friday"

It was all new to me, what he was talking about Friday, and as far as I know or knew, the last party I had was the nineteenth birthday. But I did not say anything or ask for an explanation, maybe it was formulating a mix of something. I had shares in newspaper-room, I was in the paper because I wanted to make a living. And in front of him, and Iwant to bring that to his mind, so he said I could not have female company during the late hours at work.

Chapter Three

As you can see, I have something that at first, because I was young and wanted to make a living, then I found could not connect to the rave of my writing, I thought I could, work. It seemed so long after I lost the fun out of life. I do not know writers, publishers and agents to see. It is or was as if theDevil gave me a gift, and was slowly cooked in life as a frog.

I knew if I left the paper, writing stories for magazines or novels pushing out enough to live, to live a decent income, it was a sad life, but so was this. I had never married, and had now begun to feel the curse of the hack writer, I needed to be alone to write together for two months alone. Having already written a novel, half with my second, now in middle age, but when I quit my job, I wouldstarve? It was a thought that often came to mind. I felt the need to go to work, but I had not.

The first half of my book is really a kind of a hurry, my business was at its lowest. E 'was sad, I had no desire to write more, that is, not as I did 13 years ago, or even to work as an editor. But I felt I wanted to do something more that I do something, but it was less, not more of a challenge, but I did not know what it was something more.

I discovered aWhat, and perhaps a way out, reading the local papers and the elder, of course, the Minneapolis Star, Chicago Tribune, The New York Times, the St. Paul Pioneer Press. I discovered that many of the authors of newspapers today have been very skillful. And some of the writer. And some were better than novelists. And so I want a chapter of my book in the paper once a week, then I would kill two birds with one stone kill series. And who could make a fuss.

This was a newPulse, and I was in close contact with the community every day of the year. What could any writer asks. The name of my new book was "The One-industrial city." A strange name, it seemed as if he had a bird in my ear during a night's sleep.

I agree, it was a flare-up of work and the desire to do the book, and I got my hands on information to make purchases at your fingertips. E 'hold-up was too long, it was very bad in a book. Inafter months, I wrote everything I've heard, listened to the words, from all I've seen, he said. I name no names, only accounts, but not everyone knew everyone needs anyway. It has transformed the paper into a scandal, such as paper, did the Council, but city people complained, as I was expecting something. They had a love-hate relationship with him and with Mr. Denny teasers.

The people of the city said: "Look, we are in a beautiful city, everything works here, good organizations,women's work. Interesting people, and now we have news from all the little secrets we all know. "How true that is, had the thirty-nine chapter of the book it.

Mr. Denny comes out that he came to me on Monday and then said: "They should be another good party, Hem have." As if part of a joke. Also, I thought it must be the pretty girls, I was in my night work at the office.

I was moving to Illinois and Ohio, or San Francisco, or even thoughtSeattle to get away. Here was a city, 25 miles away from a metropolitan area, and his work to sell almost as many as were the newspapers of the city. We also had the largest newspaper advertising soap now, and I changed the name of my book, called "the awful young, old and weak in a small town" now, when spoken in the last ten chapters on all the youth of the city what they did drink, and all the corruption, no one saw the girl who became pregnant, the smallKids on drugs. This was changed during the second edition, as if a new book, has been with the ten new chapter in her.

I spoke of the poor, from the hills nearby, and I despised the old ladies to have nervous weakness and bent shoulders and thin legs. I wanted out of my head in this book. And in 1985 my second book was published.

Critics have said it was a terrible combination of the beautiful. That means, believe it or not, the girlsCity fell, half in love with me after the second book came out, and the second edition is not anywhere in the city, not really, their parents hated me, but the hatred was short-lived, and it is always the same old question, "Do men rise to the nobility, so that the nobility of his town to see the people. And do not pray to disclose their results," and in my case, I told them what I saw and felt I had no nobility that was the bottom line. But I loved, adored, if not the admiration that I have receivednot go to church, and Father Jose, and never pushed me to go back to the prayer of any studies or so on.

Chapter Four

Ordinary people were not organized as they believed. And the book has sold 83,000 copies of the first edition. Put a strangler called flare. And I sign, and some copies of my old book, books, and to sell my old publishers and agents, were happy as pigs in a muddy pen.

But the city has begun to organize, Ph.D., chiefGroup leader of the new council, was mayor of my friend and employer, Mr. Denny teaser. Somehow it seemed that these two do not mix. I do not know if it's a bit 'feature of stupidity, or what to say, they argued over every little thing, every issue, as two devils in a circle, and it was not always part of it. Scriber not to organize as a city, or work or industry, or the factory, and had a local psychologist, I never got his name, the priest and the judge on his side,and I think he had me. But Dr. Headman anyone understood. Head said he wanted to kick him out of office.

You can not throw a man in the city because it is a new organization or way of thinking, or calling for one. I have heard, we did not need a more moderate, if the mayor intelligent, but never talked, he was my bread and butter kind of talk, but I did not need, somehow I thought I did.

So, here the people were organized tohave never been, and under the guidance of the head.

Shill wrote in his essay "Everybody is obviously Stillwater Dr. Headman organized ..." Now here's the strange thing, he writes, "how many times I go to eat at home, and parties, and dancing wildly, as if the devil, and not only me but the good Father Jose, and our psychologist, and Mr Hem friend and international writers, CE and our good judges, Albemarle, were all guests, and saw his worship of the devil. "

E 'wasall a lie, of course. None of these people, that is, Father Jose, the psychologist, Albemarle, protested this, the EC said he did not know what he was talking about when I did not know. Mr. Headman, was locked in a hotel room, he wanted to lynch the town folk to him. Been years since someone lynched, they found the wrong man.

I still do not know my position in life, but I was not the writer I wanted and I accepted this, then I discovered it was a secret meeting between theWere some of the city elite, the psychologist again, I do not call because they have not yet met, I learned to know his name at this point, as you know, but they called him Mr. Psycho, and the judge, the priest, and my boss and some others, merchants of the city, all these people told me, most of them, that is, he said, many wave me just say something, there was a large meeting room in the the back of the newspaper, this was not real news, I mean, it was often heldthere, and everyone told me was: "Hem had a good start."

People always say that turns out to be a stranger, almost mocking, as if laughing at him, laughing a bit, 'so I thought, as he said that.

The meeting was no doubt in my mind: this was in connection with Mr. Headman.

I thought my boss would let me, but he no, he never did, he closed the door behind him. There was no doubt in my mind once again evil would come Mr. Headman.It 'been a bad side, all these men, I sat outside and did my work as usual.

I wanted very much to go there, I saw some more people, the people, the city, are accompanied in the back room and smelled of mildew, dirt like. He never, I could again, although he said it was behind the sandstone walls, the old mushroom caves, famous for their Stillwater, and so it went on for the meeting.

I got the impression that Mr. Denny had come out that my boss, a hand in everything in the city, andthe more I got to know him, the more I watch this, he was involved with the workers by: merchant shops and factories, the local service station, in the classroom, the older children. He had the girls and his sisters to come and go in the back room with him, I think it was a dirty old man presented to tender. I had more money in the bank in the short time that I needed $ 760,000 thousand dollars. I said a million, I'd really like my work, I also said that Mr. Shill, and he said, "Well, it couldThe games may be over, "and laughed, I wrote a note to me in my journal, here:

see Part II

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