A nice little piece from the New York Times on one of my favorite authors, Larry McMurtry. Included is this excerpt from Tom Wolfe's The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test of an encounter between the Merry Pranksters and McMurtry:
“Finally they pull into Houston and head for Larry McMurtry’s house. They pull up to McMurtry’s house, in the suburbs, and the door of the house opens and out comes McMurtry, a slight, slightly wan, kindly looking shy-looking guy, ambling out, with his little boy, his son, and Cassady opens the door of the bus so everybody can get off, and suddenly Stark Naked shrieks out: ‘Frankie! Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!’ — this being the name of her own divorced-off little boy — and she whips off the blanket and leaps off the bus and out into the suburbs of Houston, Texas, stark naked, and rushes up to McMurtry’s little boy and scoops him up and presses him to her skinny breast, crying and shrieking, ‘Frankie! oh Frankie! my little Frankie! oh! oh! oh!’ — while McMurtry doesn’t know what in the name of hell to do, reaching tentatively toward her stark-naked shoulder and saying, ‘Ma’am! Ma’am! Just a minute, ma’am!’ — while the Pranksters, spilling out of the bus — stop."