Yesterday I wrote the first 4,600 words of Chapter 10 of Rhythm Man: A Life of Louis Armstrong from a standing start, beginning at eight in the morning and ending at four-thirty in the afternoon. I still don’t know what hit me, or what I hit.
More as it happens. In the meantime, forgive me if I don’t call you back, no matter who you are. In the immortal words of Crash Davis, a player on a streak has to respect the streak….
UPDATE: I finished Chapter 10 five minutes ago. I am the king of the cats!
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
