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Exiting Time
Words Over Time
I’ll take a new prognosis—or a good tall tale, Doc, whatever you got—said Zach Gifford.
With a sly smile from Dr. Bruno:
Okay, here goes:
What Currier & Ives were to printmaking, Lennon & McCartney to songs, Laurel & Hardy to comedy, well— Collagen & Calcium are to bones.
Sorry I can’t provide a good example to suit your profession, Mr. G—but I don’t recall any teams of fiction writers.
(The Doctor calls his patients by first letter/last name—Ms. B, Mrs. C—and always a pun on mystery for Mr. Edwards.)
It’s indeed a tricky proposition, Doc, for writers to work together. The Australians had a few teams, and I recall hearing about a collective novel written by some hundred-plus Italians. . .
Pretty much a solitary calling. Certainly moreso than being a doctor. Your work derives energy from other writers, nutrients absorbed from the soil of the past, but ultimately the new tree—ah, that beauty is yours alone.
Nicely put. But most creations are just scraggly bushes, often getting blown over by the wind, or not making it out of seed at all.
Just remembered—Ken Kesey wrote a novel once with the writing class he was teaching.
But we’ve digressed, Doc—you were saying something about bones.
