Whether you’re looking for the novelist, the essayist, the journalist, or just the good ol’ fashioned pain in the ass Michael DeVault, congratulations. You found me! I hope you’ll spend some time here, getting to know me and to know my work. (The blog is below, books and other links are above.) I try to…
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UPDATE: This tour *is* going to happen. I am willing it so. However, life (graduate school, new job, old new job, new old job, and a massive cross-town move) got in the way. New dates will be announced shortly. Also, I may be adding changing a few cities. A dozen months in the year, a…
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Like every red-blooded American male, I love sports. I love sports news almost as much as I love the actual watching of the sport. Golf is no exception, especially since it produced for us an American hero. Had he followed after President Barack Obama’s meteoric rise, we might well have referred to Tiger Woods as…
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Today is the day those of us who live in the United States come together around the dinner table and eat ourselves into the oblivious bliss of nausea before migrating en masse to the sofas and easy chairs and bean bags for football — or as some of us might call it, an afternoon nap.…
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Or: No really. Please don’t go there. Most of my friends will tell you I’m a man of very strong opinions. Sometimes, the passion of my opinion gets carried away and the result is not pretty. At other times, a well-reasoned defense of a particular position has been known to change more than a few…
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Or: Moving coffins on Labor Day. In addition to my books and to a sometimes-thriving marketing consulting business, I’ve worked as a journalist for the last 9 years. Sometimes full-time, sometimes part-time, but always writing for periodical publications. Most recently, my publisher promoted me to co-editor of a weekly newspaper. It’s a job I enjoy.…
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Or: The things I can do to a chicken. Résumé Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acids stain you And drugs cause cramp Guns aren’t lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live. Dorothy Parker About a week ago, I spent some time on the patio of a dear friend, enjoying good…
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Or: When political dissent isn’t. I read with great interest the following story on NBC with dismay. It had been linked as a headline on the Drudge Report, (yes, Liberals read Matt Drudge), and I was saddened yet again by the terrific state to which the American political discourse has sunken. There were signs comparingÂ…
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Or: Why Spammers should be summarily executed. I get a lot of e-mail. My grandmother gets angry when I spend half my time looking at my iPhone and clicking away. She assumes I’m spending my time with her texting some girl random nothings. (“I remember a world before text messages. People talked,” seems to be…
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Just wanted to say a quick word of thanks to all of the wonderful people who came out to Author! Author! Shreveport and especially to those who hung around for the late reading. I had a wonderful time and will be blogging more later, including uploading some pictures and what not from the event. As…
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