“I had started to feel that the whole ‘three chords and the truth’ thing was a confining space, like [if] literature followed only in Hemingway’s footsteps and Joyce had never existed,” Stamey says.
“I had started to feel that the whole ‘three chords and the truth’ thing was a confining space, like [if] literature followed only in Hemingway’s footsteps and Joyce had never existed,” Stamey says.
