So, who is Taftly?
Provocative, but, still, who is Taftly?
Continue?
When did you first decide you wanted to write?
Finally, so, who then is Scott Morris?
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a discussion with Scott Morris
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My loveable little Taftly might provoke sneers and titters from earnest guardians who believe literature ought to advance some agenda, right some wrong, plead some cause, wag the tail of a homeless dog, or fillip a wayward villian across the nose; in short, that literature ought to do anything other than the one thing literature ought to do above all else, namely, delight and amaze.
Well, if I were to suggest that this is about a young man who seeks out the purpose of his life and, for his trouble, is very nearly ravaged by two obese women, that would be a long way from the total view of The Total View of Taftly.
He seeks a greatness of heart but suffers a series of humiliating and potentially debilitating misfortunes that would make it all but impossible for him to believe there was anything up the old authorial sleeve aside from cheap exploits and tawdry pranks. But, he ultimately discovers otherwise.
At the tender age of nineteen I penned a soulful biography of a second-rate mobster from Miami who claimed to have turned from crime to Christ. One proof that there is a God lies in the fact that this work never saw the light of day. As for the gospel-inspired gangster, last I heard he was pitching himself as a crime-prevention expert and peddling, of course, an autobiographical screenplay.
Since I dislike biographical portraits that strive to establish a writer's proletarian credentials, I must insist on keeping all such vital information locked in private files. I am a writer living in Mississippi, should anyone care to know, and I live now in the inspired house where Barry Hannah wrote Ray. More than that takes valuable air-time away from my terrific Taftly.