tom: even me, i hate me the worst of all. jack pendarvis: around here anyway, the writers are really supportive of each other. for writers to argue would be like arguing over a piece of dirt. i mean, what are we fighting about? the stakes are so low, why would you be a jerk about it. anthony: if mississippi were a country and there were a national hero, uh, dead or alive, by consensus, statewide, who would who would the statue be of? wright thompson: elvis. anthony: really? wouldn t be b.b. king? wright thompson: it should be. it should be b.b. king. anthony: i mean chris offutt: yeah. but it would be elvis. anthony: but it would be elvis. wright thompson: well, i mean, mississippi is the joke is that it s not a state, it s a club. that it s so small that
writer: we all hate tommy. writer 2: no, that goes without saying. tom: even me, i hate me the worst of all. jack pendarvis: around here anyway, the writers are really supportive of each other. for writers to argue would be like arguing over a piece of dirt. i mean, what are we fighting about? the stakes are so low, why would you be a jerk about it. anthony: if mississippi were a country and there were a national hero, uh, dead or alive, by consensus, statewide, who would who would the statue be of? wright thompson: elvis. anthony: really? wouldn t be b.b. king? wright thompson: it should be. it should be b.b. king. anthony: i mean chris offutt: yeah. but it would be elvis. anthony: but it would be elvis. wright thompson: well, i mean, mississippi is the joke is that it s not a state, it s a club. that it s so small that everybody knows everybody. ace atkins: in the middle of mississippi, oxford is an oasis of thought, and art, and literature, and feelin
it s like putting your head in a bag full of snakes. i meet a bunch of them above in city grocery, john currence s place on the square. there s the brilliant author tom franklin and his wife, the poet beth ann fennelly. grisham writer-in-residence, megan abbott. pendarvis, you know. poet chiyuma elliott. wright thompson is a senior writer for espn. fellow writer on the series treme , chris offutt. novelist ace atkins. poet derek harriell is originally from milwaukee. crime novelist billy boyle from brooklyn. downstairs, currence s restaurant city grocery cranks out many delicious things. the man known as big bad chef, aka johnny snack , is sending some of those goodies upstairs as there s nothing professional writers like more than free food. usually you put five writers in a room it s a ugly hell broth of envy, hatred.
i mean, what are we fighting about? the stakes are so low, why would you be a jerk about it. anthony: if mississippi were a country and there were a national hero, uh, dead or alive, by consensus, statewide, who would who would the statue be of? wright thompson: elvis. anthony: really? wouldn t be b.b. king? wright thompson: it should be. it should be b.b. king. anthony: i mean chris offutt: yeah. but it would be elvis. anthony: but it would be elvis. wright thompson: well, i mean, mississippi is the joke is that it s not a state, it s a club. that it s so small that everybody knows everybody. ace atkins: in the middle of mississippi, oxford is an oasis of thought, and art, and literature, and feeling, and sentiment and everything. they call this place the velvet ditch. anthony: why the velvet ditch? jack pendarvis: i guess you just roll in and it s pretty frigging comfortable, and you don t care much about getting out. right? right? am i right? anthony: w
poet chiyuma elliott. wright thompson is a senior writer for espn. fellow writer on the series treme , chris offutt. novelist ace atkins. poet derek harriell is originally from milwaukee. crime novelist billy boyle from brooklyn. downstairs, currence s restaurant city grocery cranks out many delicious things. the man known as big bad chef, aka johnny snack , is sending some of those goodies upstairs as there s nothing professional writers like more than free food. usually you put five writers in a room it s a ugly hell broth of envy, hatred. writer: we all hate tommy. writer 2: no, that goes without saying. tom: even me, i hate me the worst of all. jack pendarvis: around here anyway, the writers are really supportive of each other. for writers to argue would be like arguing over a piece of dirt.