tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29727888.post6216211732055066831..comments2024-01-12T03:42:23.259-05:00Comments on My Story Lives: "The Winter Fly"Claudia Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18413419636028791932noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29727888.post-48664010528325528962007-03-25T04:44:00.000-04:002007-03-25T04:44:00.000-04:00Every post deserves a comment, I think. Writing i...Every post deserves a comment, I think. Writing is much too lonely, well, "solitary" I guess is a better word. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I stumbled on Jack Kerouac as a working class youth and he and his writing was a big contradiction to everything I had ever thought or heard about writers--liberating, though I did not want to emulate his life--it was sad. I am glad you wrote about him and listen to his readings.<BR/><BR/>I too much of an activist to be much of a reader but I have never heard very deep comment about his Franco background, which is too bad. There is way too little written about that. One good book written years ago about the Franco-Americans in New England was called "Quiet Presence" and the title says it all.<BR/><BR/>I am not Franco but worked for years as a handsewer of shoes with lots of Francos, both Quebecois and Acadien, and it is a rich culture which does not get the recognition it deserves outside of the popularization of things Cajun, which seems more an exploitation than an appreciation in many ways.<BR/><BR/>So, its nice to know someone values and writes about some piece of this. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com