There are many ways to honor great writers—award them prizes, name streets for them, or best of all, buy and read their books.
The dude’s a little, oh, I wouldn’t say kooky. More like obsessive. And I say this with all due respect as someone kooky enough to spend 15 years (and counting) writing about TIFs.
As I said, I’ve spent the better part of several nights reading through them, and I got a little dizzy from staring at the screen. I went straight to the writers. Mainly, I wanted to see what a writer had to do to get the FBI’s attention. Apparently, not much.
The Sun-Times also has the FBI file on Ernest Hemingway (he was born in Oak Park, so that makes him a Chicagoan, more or less). The funniest parts are when some unknown agent describes Hemingway’s unsuccessful efforts to convince the FBI that he saw a German submarine off the coast of Cuba, where he was living during World War II.
That sure sounds like Alinsky.
The gangsters were talking about killing Newey because his investigations were getting too close.
