June 1st, 2007 | brainjuice
The other day, while typing through a haze of painkillers, I wrote: “Warriors For Innocence come off a little weird, to say the least. Mind you, so does Andrew Vachss.”
A few people asked me about this comment in email, and I was happy to clear it up for them, but a mutual associate has asked that I clarify in public.
When Andrew Vachss does tv pieces on Oprah and the like, with that laser focus of his that cuts right through the crap and the cotton wool, with a presence that is calculatedly intimidating: yeah, in that context, he comes off a little weird and spooky. People of passion and determination always do. I imagine Mr Vachss himself would be the last to describe his presence on these things as soothing or cuddly. I have a stack of his books — I bought at least one of them, BLUE BELLE, instead of food in the 80s — and nothing but admiration for the man. That’s what I said to our mutual friend on the phone, and that’s what I’m saying here.
Also, I don’t want him to set his dogs on me. I hate dogs. And I won’t get far on one working leg.