Charles Portis (December 28, 1933) is not dead. The money he made from True Grit, (1968 ) may have run out, but that was not his only book made into a move.He can afford to write what he wants to. Portis's talent is for describing how people do NOT relate, not how they do. Some critics have called this comedy. It is more than that. Our excerpt is from The Dog of the South, (1979) about a man following his wife, and her former husband, by tracking the credit card transactions.
A hotel cat, a white one, followed me up the stairs to my room and I gave him one of the hotdogs. I didn't let him in the room. That would be a misplaced kindness. He would take up with me and then I would have to leave.
Nothing Portis writes is misplaced.
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