Check out my friend Tracy's blog if you get a chance.
We met a few years back at the summer writer's program at Iowa.
Not only is she a talented writer and skilled editor, she also does a mean Scooby Doo impression.
On our last day of class, Tracy had the nerve to ask our instructor--the amazing Marilynne Robinson--if she, Tracy, was the future of American literature. MR blanched, stammered something, clearly trying to be diplomatic. Then I raised my hand. Am I the future of American literature? The next person at the table echoed the question: Am I...? MR's face cleared--thank the gods--realizing our class of pranksters had cooked this up, and laughed heartily.