Howard Hawks and William Faulkner were good friends. They liked to go hunting and fishing together. One day they were planning a hunting trip, leaving from Hawks’ amazing house up in the mountains – and Clark Gable called. Howard Hawks and Clark Gable were good friends as well. Gable said, “What you doin’?” Hawks said, “Going hunting – want to join?” Gable said sure, he would be right over.<\/p>\n
The three of them set off.<\/p>\n
During the journey, the talk turned to literature.<\/p>\n
Gable said (and he was not a literature guy, as will become obvious, shortly), “So Bill – who do you think are the best writers today?”<\/p>\n
Faulkner replied, “Hemingway. Willa Cather. John Dos Passos.” Then he added, jokingly, “And myself, of course.”<\/p>\n
Gable said, lit up with interest and excitement, “Mr. Faulkner, you write?”<\/p>\n
There was a long pause.<\/p>\n
Faulkner said, “Yes. And what do you do, Mr. Gable?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Howard Hawks and William Faulkner were good friends. They liked to go hunting and fishing together. One day they were planning a hunting trip, leaving from Hawks’ amazing house up in the mountains – and Clark Gable called. Howard Hawks … Continue reading