Art And The Family Narrative

December 22, 2014 2:02 PM

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The other morning I was cleaning my office. Rooting through a stash of bad first novel drafts, I found a cassette tape labeled "The Harry Mayhew Project." I didn't know that I had it -- the one recording of my grandfather's voice.

I never met him; when my dad was twenty, Harry died from a heart attack on the steps of the factory in southern Virginia where he worked. But I've seen the picture of him in uniform in World War II--he wears a goofy half-smile and clutches his guitar. I've been told he was a funny guy with a hot tem...

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