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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Les Daniels
Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 20:19:42 -0500 (EST)
Les Daniels http://www.alansondheim.org/ld.jpg Les Daniels died; he was a roommate of mine at the Large Lime commune in Providence, an unbelievable old-time banjo player, comic researcher and artist extraordinaire, amazing thinker, vampire novel writer, and fellow Brown grad student. I met him in a course on the 19th-century novel. We were starting with Gulliver's Travels and the first thing he asked was whether "Gulliver's Travels was a novelistic allegory or allegorical novel?". Both he and I started laughing hysterically; the rest of the class discussed the issue for two weeks. I loved him. Maybe it was "Green Lime" but it wasn't "Large Green Lime." The back of the house was taken down, board by board, to burn in the fireplace; we had no heat. The electric went out, sparking socket after socket. There was no sewage line, but the basement was filled with lime to handle the overflow. We stopped paying rent altogether when we figured out the house was 'owned' by a dummy corporation connected to the mob. The mother next door was feeling LSD to her baby. We had two cats and loudspeakers on ten-foot stands to blow electric guitar out the windows. The building was torn down. Les was amazing; at one point he put his girlfriend's furniture out on the lawn and I remember him being taken away by the police after trying to pry a crucifix off a Providence church, yelling "You've suffered long enough!". He played furious banjo I think once in Cambridge and was taken away after his solo went on and on, he was lying on his back and wouldn't stop. He was so damn brilliant. I hated Brown but loved him and loved Providence. It's a lot safer now. The photo here has no relevance at all. You can buy his books on Amazon and Abe. In five billion years the sun will turn into a white dwarf surrounded by a planetary nebula. We'll all be there.