I hate Raymond Carver. Never read any of his books. I’ve heard good things about them. I should read them. But I can’t. I can’t because I hate Raymond Carver. I hate Raymond Carver because he’s a huge disappointment. Whenever I look at any fiction listed by the author’s last name, I always start with C. Where else would I start? Down the list or across the stacks I go. And then that bastard sneaks in. The name Raymond catches my attention. But I’m always disappointed to see it’s just Raymond Carver.
I catch my breath and keep going. Sometimes the collection gets around to Chandler. Sometimes it doesn’t. I’m disappointed either way. That’s why I hate Raymond Carver.