“I know the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer” On Hubert Selby Jr.’s Last Exist to Brooklyn

Rarely have I encountered a less ambitious explanation of an author’s reasons for starting a literary career. But then again, Hubert Selby Jr. was no ordinary writer. Writing about the down and out, while struggling with poor health and addiction, one probably cares little about the literary establishment and its self-invented rules…

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