Charles E. is not well. A 'man of letters' and regarded by some as a 'National Treasure', there are elements in his past which surely disqualify such an accolade - even if his somewhat unconventional beginning adds a little spice to his legend.
Whether or not he has reached the bottom of his creative well, Charles has decided to set the record straight, to relate the narrative of his writerly life through his own lens.
Yet having been immersed in telling stories for over fifty years, just how close can Charles get to the truth - and if he professes to do so, how prepared are you to believe him?
"How can you possibly hope to understand such things when you're immersed in them, soaked in the newness of the experience? Making it up as you go along, you juggle with such questions as best you can; only time and hindsight provide the true context, the most complete understanding..."
"We drag our history kicking and screaming into the present - and simultaneously burden ourselves with it. We're always doused in the after-birth of our past. Always."
