Today is his birthday. Wish him /lit/

>>24567416 (OP)
he was born on this day and the land did not mark it nor did the stars shift nor did any man know what would come of it but he came anyway born unto dust and rock. And so today we reckon the passage of that birth though he himself would not reckon it for there is no clockwork in the void no candle by which to mark a year only the word and the fire it carries.

Hopefully someone buys him a Grammarly subscription this year.

Why did he LARP as a southerner?
>yankee born, irish catholic by blood
>wealthy lawyers son, grew up in a large house and went to an upstanding high school
>degree in liberal arts at a good college
>urbanite who never experienced violence in his life
>chose to larp as a poor southern hillbilly
Why?
Faulkner, for comparison, was off 100% dixie colonial anglo stock, with family that had fought in the civil war and revolutionary wars and had been members of the klan.

>>24567545
Read Suttree and perhaps you will find your answer.

>>24567416 (OP)

sucks he just like, died, instead of being beaten to death and scalped by a mysterious force

>>24567545
You already got your answer in the thread specifically devoted to this.

Why does this hack obsess /lit/? Happy B-day though. 92 big ones is nothing to sneeze at.

>>24567416 (OP)
>is
The absolute state of supposed learned men.
He's dead.

>>24567416 (OP)
He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He writes lower case gore in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the cormac. He is writing, writing massacres. He says that he will never die.