Raymond Carver Mad Libs

I am Raymond Carver's biggest fan and I think this is hilarious:
Y.P.R.: Raymond Carver Mad Libs

Rare recording of Raymond Carver reading one of his best-known stories.

The only known recording of Raymond Carver reading  What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. It was recorded in Palo Alto in 1983 for a program "Tell Me a Story."



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What We Talk About When We Talk About Raymond Carver

The late Raymond Carver’s birthday is this weekend, but you might think twice before cracking open a cold one to celebrate. The great short story writer known to many as America’s Chekhov was a master of the genre, but according to Carol Sklenicka’s biography of Carver, he said that his proudest accomplishment was going sober.



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Why Raymond Carver's legacy keeps on growing

It was 20 years ago today that Raymond Carver died from cancer aged just 50. Although his final years were marked by warm attention from the literary establishment, few would have predicted how central and secure Carver's place in the story of 20th-century American literature would become.

Raymond Carver's Poetry Now In E-Book Form

Raymond Carver, the noted author of short stories and poetry, died nearly 27 years ago, long before the digital revolution upended the publishing industry. And until now, his legacy has been confined to print.

That will change this week, when 10 of Mr. Carver’s books will be published digitally for the first time. Vintage Books is publishing e-book editions of the author’s entire backlist, including six collections of short stories and four volumes of poetry, for $9.99 to $11.99.

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Dual Intersection Of Interests

One August evening in 1973, Raymond Carver heard a knock on the door of his faculty apartment at the famed Iowa Writer's Workshop in Iowa City. Standing in the threshold was an older man, holding an empty glass.
"Pardon me," the man said, "I'm John Cheever. Could I borrow some scotch?" Carver was right to immediately sense a "dual intersection of interests." 

— with Raymond Carver, Ernest Hemingway, Tennessee Williams and F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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An Interview With Raymond Carver

Mona Simpson interviewed Carver in 1983 for The Art Of Fiction No. 76

Portions of the interview were conducted through the mail, during 1981–1982. When we met Carver, the No Visitors sign was not up and several Syracuse students dropped by to visit during the course of the interview, including Carver's son, a senior. For lunch, Carver made us sandwiches with salmon he had caught off the coast of Washington. Both he and Gallagher are from Washington state and at the time of the interview, they were having a house built in Port Angeles, where they plan to live part of each year. We asked Carver if that house would feel more like a home to him. He replied, “No, wherever I am is fine. This is fine.”

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A Tribute to Raymond Carver on His Birthday, by His Brother James

Read:  A Tribute to Raymond Carver on His Birthday, by His Brother James 

The Low-Rent Tragedies of Raymond Carver

‘Another tragedy in a long line of low-rent tragedies’—thus the mother of a fifteen-year-old girl describes the situation that arises when the daughter, reacting to her drunken and abusive father, stays out of school for weeks and says that no one can make her go. And thus might most of the stories that make up Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love be described: low-rent tragedies involving people who read Popular Mechanics and Field and Stream, people who play bingo, hunt deer, fish, and drink. 

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The Road

Raymond Carver died on this day in 1988 at the age of 50.

The Road by Raymond Carver

What a rough night! It’s either no dreams at all,

or else a dream that may or may not be

a dream portending loss. Last night I was dropped off

without a word on a  country road.

A house back in the hills showed a light

no bigger than a star.

But I was afraid to go there, and kept walking.

Then to wake up to rain striking the glass.

Flowers in a vase near the window.

The smell of coffee, and you touching your hair

with a gesture like someone who has been gone for years.

But there’s a piece of bread under the table

near your feet. And a line of ants

moving back and forth from a crack in the floor.

You’ve stopped smiling.

Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed.

Forget the coffee. We’ll pretend

we’re in a foreign country. And in love.

Raymond Carver Poetry

I have hit the Raymond Carver motherload. Lots of goodies here, including audio.
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The Life Of Raymond Carver, a Documentary

Carver’s second wife, Tess Gallagher, and writers Jay McInerney and Richard Ford, his close friends, explore Carver’s artistic legacy: his stories and poems about the other side of the American Dream.

 

The Real Carver: Expansive or Minimal?

Tess Gallagher, the widow of Raymond Carver, one of the most celebrated American short-story writers of the 20th century, is spearheading an effort to publish a volume of 17 original Carver stories whose highly edited versions were published in “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” his breakout 1981 book. more

Grief - Raymond Carver

American poet and short story writer Raymond Clevie Carver Jr. was born on this day in 1938 in Clatskanie, Oregon. 

Carver, Raymond – “Fat” read by Anne Enright

Carver, Raymond – “Fat” read by Anne Enright 

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Raymond Carver, “What We Talk About...

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Careful by Raymond Carver

Narrated by Jerry Edwards of All Stories Aloud.

 

Afghanistan - Raymond Carver

The sad music of roads lined with larches.
The forest in the distance resting under snow.

The Khyber Pass. Alexander the Great.
History, and lapis lazuli.

No books, no pictures, no knick-knacks please me.
But she pleases me. And lapis lazuli.

That blue stone she wears on her dear finger.
That pleases me exceedingly.

The bucket clatters into the well.
And brings up water with a sweet taste to it.

The towpath along the river. The footpath
Through the grove of almonds. My love

Goes everywhere in her sandals.
And wears lapis lazuli on her finger.

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