It never fails - in high school I was the kid to find out about a fight just as it was ending, and now I'm the schlub who couldn't make it out of teaching early enough to get to DC and catch the 20th annual Pen/Faulkner Gala, which went down Monday night.
I'd heard from our local Pen/Faulkner connection, 3rd year Fiction Fellow Elizabeth Eshelman, of the politically-charged readings at this year's Gala, the theme of which was "Promises, Promises." Open up today's Washington Post and you'll see an article giving out all the dirt on what really went down (apparently Terry McMillan has a thing against Kool-Aid).
And if that's not enough to tempt you to click on the link - here, here and HERE, there's a bit from Alan Cheuse (billed only as a "local novelist") that's not to be missed.
Did you get that link? Because here it is again.
Oh - and in the same Post you'll find an article about why Francine Prose thinks she sucks at teaching writing. Really.