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Further Comments a story in the 1996 New Yorker, in which it was stated—in a 15-page spread—that very few people knew the racial heritage of Anatole Broyard, former New York Times senior editor!

Very few! It depends on who you’re talking to. I could have told you. Everybody in the Village – that’s Greenwich Village – could have. Because we didn’t make anything of it. Now, if you worked beside him at the New York Times, that was different. The journalists didn’t know. Wonder why?

No one to whom it would have been a big deal knew. All of us who took it with a grain of salt – just a fact, nothing to even discuss with him – all of us who treated him as just human, we knew.

This story, “White Like Me” (June 17, 1996, by the brilliant Harvard professor Henry L. Gates Jr., sometimes called a “superstar”), was supposed to be the startling posthumous core revelation in the biography of the New York Times book editor/critic Anatole Broyard. Impeccably well written, the article was convincing. But as I pondered in the months since, it became clear that the slant should be corrected. That despite the fact that the story appeared to cover all angles.

But did it?

The well-known Harvard University author of this essay took a portion of a biography (from interviews, primarily) and—perhaps understandably—generalized. He was evidently unaware of the impression retained among Anatole Broyard’s friends and acquaintances.

To go back, then, to 1966. I was introduced to Anatole by his “closest friend for many years” (quoting the article, p. 69: this was “the poet and Blake scholar”), Milton Klonsky, who said to me one evening that we were to be joined by not just a Times reporter. But—going out of his way to make sure I did not miss this point—a Black man.

Why would he tell me this, and even before the introduction? Well, for one thing that fact wasn’t obvious. Nor was it, once known, pertinent to the friendship. So it was made completely clear. Nor was I even admonished not to tell anyone of it. I had the impression everyone knew; nothing led me to think otherwise – no attempt at concealment. But then, it was down in the Village. Race, sex, being gay – none of it was a deficit in that (Greenwich Village) community in that 60s period. Nor would it have been among that group, in any period.

  1. To move on, about seven months before Anatole died, I revisited him, up in Cambridge. That is a revealing story—worthy of being part of his professional record. Collecting material from the 60s for his memoirs (published as Kafka Was the Rage, but which he died before completing), he was hoping to collect “Milton stories” from me. (“People want to read about the 60s,” he said.) That chapter never appeared – due to death. (For clarity’s sake, let me say that the Margaret in the publication is not myself.) The material he talked to me about that day – what he intended to focus on in his 60s chapter—is unwritten. He had set the chapter up, the slant, the focus (perhaps the “surprising switch” that he customarily used between the end of a chapter and the start of the next). But the book ended—before he got there.  He was jumping on the trampoline, sure he was going to live, in high artistic inspiration, when I talked to him by telephone, just after our conversation. Sometime later I learned that that October, he was dead, leaving a manuscript that could not conclude on the point proposed.
  2. As to why some people knew he was black (and if like me, thought that everyone did), whereas others thought the contrary, I think it important to add some data. For instance, in the conversation referred to above (in 1990), he cited a cherished value—which obliquely or implicitly addresses this question. Ironically, he had avoided the disparity of being looked down on, due purely to birth certificate. (H. L. Gates, Jr. says, “Anatole Broyard, Negro writer, was the larger lie,” which he deleted from his life). But there was another side to that coin. He became looked up to. There is some suggestion (in the comments quoted) that he coveted this position. Anyone would. That is belied, however, by his exact words in 1990. He opened up to say, that he was greatly thinking about and missing Milton Klonsky—in that (word for word), “After he died no one talked to me as an equal.” Without interacting and dialoguing on equal grounds, life paled. He said Milton Klonsky was “an ironist” with him (“a romantic” with me). MK had said to me, “You’ve never played with me. I can go to any carnival. Put on any mask. I’m an ironist—on the very highest level.” That “very highest level” was perhaps the key, where settling the aspect of the racial factor would not be the end of it. Indeed, once given the privilege of equality, that you exercised it.  (Klonsky was known for indirection, when not being blunt. Anatole is accused of this same style, as if it meant insincerity or a drawback, if used. He lightly said the word here in Cambridge, as if it stated a certain breadth of approach, an ability to stand in distance, the way humor or self-deflection does. Or all the possibilities the true ironist knows how to assert.)
  3. I believe this and other “replies” will turn up data that belongs in his Papers. If the added record is not printed in The New Yorker, I will look for somewhere in which to preserve this data. The touchingly “human” narrative of how he waited in the snow at the train station in Boston for me, recovering from cancer, positive, generous, in the January before he died—the beautiful pair of photos I took at that moment, young and healthy-looking. Unincluded information of how he came to write “What the Cystoscope Said,” for instance. Also, the counter-reply—that in his generation, not only he and Ralph Ellison had writer’s block; nor (further) was he alone in receiving a never-fulfilled advance for a manuscript. Further, as to why Chandler Brossard was asked to delete a reference in the text of the unpublished of Who Walk in Darkness, I have extra info.
  4. Though here in America, there are numerous opportunities to read book reviews, if you jump to a country like Romania, where authors (such as Arthur Koestler) were blacklisted, you will notice how the intellectuals, even now, value the Sunday literary section of the Times. Who Anatole Broyard was and what he contributed belongs, in fact, in an international context, such as there, where there was no concern what color might have gone into the genes to create the information and style appreciated.
  5. The essay does not mention the caricature factor (watermelon/black) in the manuscript of Who Walk in Darkness. What he would have replied to this 1996 New Yorker story, we do not know. We do know (or I know) what happened in the case of an earlier misunderstanding, when his father misconstrued the motive of a deathbed suggestion, in which the intention was to remove pain.
  6. What was shocking in some quarters must have been that the “revelation” was considered a well-kept secret. Also, that many writers are praised (considered interesting) for “inventing themselves.” Take Faulkner, as example. So even here, because of having certain blood, was one to be denied a privilege accorded to artists, right and left—to invent the way they see themselves, use their life material inside their creativity? No one told me, “This is a matter to be kept hush-hush.” This is a truly troubling point. Though an eminently researched opening presentation, which is highly contributive—up to the point it stopped, due to (probably) the inaccessibility of other material.

            There must be at least one person on The New Yorker staff who would be interested in hearing what material is available, to revert to a fairer portrait of such a figure in the US publishing scene.

Very sincerely yours, with the highest respect for your great publication,


MARGARET A. HARRELL

 

Postnote: No one was. Though kindly replying that this was their position.

 


 

          West 4th Street: Human Like Me
Another Look at the Portrayal of Anatole Broyard, in “White Like Me”

West 4th Street, the location where, as reported in “White Like Me,” Anatole Broyard, stepping out of the subway, became white, is ironically precisely the street where Milton Klonsky lived, though not precisely at the subway. Two of Milton Klonsky’s best friends were Anatole Broyard and Seymour (Sy) Krim. They were very different as writers, but they belonged to the same literary period, which Krim has characterized in What’s This Cat’s Story? , explaining how the high value put on intellectualism affected his generation rather adversely—noteworthily including himself. Krim’s kinetic effusiveness of style is opposed to that of the New York Times critic Broyard, who was uneffusive, while being exquisite (see Kafka Was the Rage).

What causes me to write this, even having waited some time to do so, is that I saw Anatole nine months before he died, and that from the first day I was introduced to him—back in 1966—I was not told I was to meet Anatole Broyard, the writer/critic, but Anaole Broyard, the writer/critic, who was black (or was the phrase “spade”?). This seemed unnecessary, but I had no choice but to learn this. Anyone whom Milton Klonsky, Anatole’s “closest friend for many years,” introduced to him got this information up front, as if it were the most open nonsecret in the world, and with no restrictions whatsoever about whom one told. For this reason, I was completely taken aback and baffled at the implication that “the world” did not know this (in a fascinating, masterful New Yorker revelation after his death).

Certainly what I would call the Greenwich Village world—in particular, the West 4th Street world—did know him. Any reporter (back then) could have dug up the information, despite the fact that he did not brandish it on letterheads. I could have written a news story about it and in fact when Anatole and Milton were typecast as characters in the manuscript of Who Walk in Darkness, the author was threatened with a suit for caricature by Anatole (the character based on was to be depicted with the flagrant detail of “eating a watermelon”). Thus, caricature. This particular information I received from Milton Klonsky.

Milton Klonsky would never have endured a friendship in which, as Anatole himself said, in his obituary tribute, there was any “compromise” whatsoever (“which,” he said—the refusal of compromise in a relationship—”condemned him to a rather lonely life”). The racial detail about him was stated without stress or emphasis—just included, if no other part of the introduction were kept.

I happened to live in Greenwich Village in the last half of the 60s, just around the corner from Milton Klonsky (who lived between West Fourth and Eleventh streets), during which time I saw Klonsky many evenings. Jumping to nine months before Anatole died: after not seeing him during the intervening years, I had an appointment for a dramatic meeting with him in Cambridge. I would like to record the graciousness of that meeting and something of the subject. He was working on Kafka Was the Rage. By the flukes of life, then, I have some insight into how the book would have gone on. For at our meeting, he was convinced he would live, would finish it; just afterwards when I telephoned, and instead of letting the machine speak, he picked up, he said he had been “working out on the trampoline.” That he felt great, in high energy, inspired. That he was going on with his chapter of Milton stories (the chapter perhaps never written, certainly never published); that he approved the character creation in the text by me I had given him, in that he found himself now calling “Milton” (as he wrote his own 60s text) “Robert” (in his mind). “Robert” was the fictional name that I used. There could have been no greater blessing given me, than that the publication I envisioned was honorable.

Let us describe that snowy day in Cambridge at the train station, in 1990, after not seeing each other for 20 years. He a famous critic.

The ground was covered with snow. I came in by train. He had assured me that he would wait at a particular place near the station exit. I couldn’t find him. After twenty minutes, I telephoned his home, to see if he was there. He was still at the station, waiting. Then I saw him. It was easy to recognize this handsome man in the snow, wearing a scarf around his neck, which—in that it hid the wrinkles you see on other photos on book covers—left the impression of a man 50. He did not say, or imply, that he was young. He had told me on the phone he was “an old man now.” Nothing of the sort. On the contrary, I took two, as it turned out, showpiece photos; from them, anyone can see this is a beautiful person: in one, he is smiling; in another, looking reflectively, or introspectively, down, at nowhere in focus.

He was recovering from cancer, he told me; that he was going to be all right, but that he had a cold (even so, he had waited in the snow); and so he invited me to a light, informal lunch. Remembering him from the late 60s, I would have expected nothing else, though he didn’t know it. He said he was writing his memoirs on the 1960s (“People are interested in the 60s”), currently “collecting Milton stories.” As his Kafka never reached the 60s, this now looks extremely poignant. He said to me “You were an important person in Milton’s life.” (He had the plan of contacting other people as well; I say this, in case they never found out.) He also showed no judgment at my choices in life. He said, “You seem to have found the formula for happiness.” I have to admit that in such a situation, I could not remember the stories I can now, stories partly prompted by reading Kafka Was the Rage. As the book ended, and I knew that he had died only nine months after this meeting, that I had seen him hopeful, artistically energized, and that this had all been reversed,  then playing out conversation, I realized (or interpreted) that the book did not end where it was intended to, at least on that January day in Cambridge. I searched my memory for what I had not brought to mind then. I would have reminded him about one of Milton’s favorite stories—how much Delmore Schwartz loved the Giants. That one day when Delmore’s radio broke, he listened to the rest of the game on Milton’s radio—telephoning to ask him to put the receiver by the radio and let him listen till the end, which he did. Or I could have noted that Milton said that Delmore and Anatole were so handsome that when they used to walk down a Village street together, a whole street of heads turned to look at them.

I also remembered—per the end of Kafka, which implies the opposite (at the end of Kafka, Anatole is finding solace in feminine beauty, in pointed contrast to Klonsky, who is not; and Anatole uses the situation to hold forth on a seemingly philosophical value of his), how “What the Cystoscope Said” came into being:

Anatole’s father was dying, in very great pain. The son thought his father would appreciate if he offered to put him “out of pain,” by bringing extra medicine. The father did not appreciate the suggestion. He misunderstood. Milton suggested they go on a double date, to take his mind off it. To get the full impact of this requires reading the closing implication in the final chapter in Anatole’s posthumous publication. In an exact reverse of the last paragraph there (of the manuscript as it stood at Anatole’s death), as if it were a dichotomy laid out with a ruler, in this turning point in his career, so far as achieving skyrocketing fame for it, it is Anatole who rejects all prospect of diluting the pain or deflection. And sits down in solitude at his typewriter, to produce the monument to the memory of the incident concerning his father’s death. Thus becoming anthologized in short story collections—in fact giving him a certain fame. It was partly in remembering this that I felt a no, at the end of his book. The structure of the prior chapters practiced the technique of impression reversal. The next chapter, I felt sure, would have reversed—or shown the contrary side—as he recaptured his masterful decision, the day he began “What the Cystoscope Said.” How could it end, short of showing this reverse facet, as prior chapters had—in the technique he handled so gracefully: to convince the reader of a stated situation, then follow that buildup (that uncontrovertible impression) with a total 180-degree shift, even what the reader thought engraved in solid rock. So what impressions of himself would he, the writer, reverse, had he gone on? Even some impressions that he himself had not seen through the pattern of; Milton had called writing “heuristic.” It was a place where you learned, about yourself also.

As Anatole and Milton conversed daily at the end of Milton’s life, so Anatole told me, he added that “After Milton died, no one talked to me as an equal.” It was a stunning moment.

“Cystoscope” showed himself in the act of understanding that his father did not want to be spared even excruciating physical pain; in biographical life. Remembering the surprise due to his father’s shock—bringing great energy to the task first in the writing and parallel to that, in the life situation—he might, had he lived, have tackled the corners where the race issue lurked. Writing induces virtually simultaneous shifts in consciousness and priority, when a topic creates a breakthrough, in the act of writing on it.  We see this in the memoirs of Carl Jung, where he comments that he picked up, for his autobiographical reflections, only places still holding energy—that is, saved till then to be dealt with. Those situations already dealt with had no energy and were ignored in his autobiography. That is, it is sometimes the very structure of a writer’s life that subjects s/he is intended to deal with, in the writing, hold the energy until used in that way. This block—being opened, at the time of death—left “open” what he would then have done about it. He died, knowing full well that this so-called secret would not “die” with him.

So I didn’t come up with valuable Milton stories for Anatole that day. I could bring up many now.

I also remembered how Milton had finished that conversation the day when he told me “When the time comes to finish—just finish.” He had exclaimed, “They were waiting for me.” That is, his friends. Was it true? This was no an arrogant statement, but something almost gasped, as if wrenched out. The conversation was on the subject of his advice about writing (“I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did.” Pause. “Though in many ways, they weren’t mistakes.”) By his friends waiting for him, I took it to mean that it was a group, blocked in a force field; and that they were waiting, as it were, for the first step forward of one—at which point as a group they would have all begun to race onto the literary (perhaps world) scene. This was the impression in Krim’s portrait, when he pictured Klonsky as having the potential to be an Einstein or other great pioneer. In the coterie around Krim in the fifties, such predictions could seem reasonable, as they routinely had what Krim called almost illegally high ambitions. A New York intellectual environment that did not produce in literature this imagined result, but was virtually unreported on, in the figures that one by one dropped out.

Cyril Connolly had written of Milton Klonsky, in a London publication, that there were people who were friends of very famous people, who were quoted by them and sometimes turned into characters. But who were less-famous themselves. He said that perhaps they were “too proud to compete.” He said Milton Klonsky was such a person for his generation.  I had thought that he didn’t do enough. When I approached Anatole, reflecting this idea of Krim’s and of myself, Anatole said that he thought Milton did rather a lot. He began to list what he thought were the important works. This unarrogant, generous judgment, I felt, was evidently the way he saw ambition, and his own seasoned choices in his life. As we know, writing can be a great healer and self-interpreter. In the end, approaching this chapter, on the 60s, something stopped the writer. And I, having seen how intent he was, on going forward, find it a more intriguing question than the one of race; for after all, I knew about that for 24 years beforehand, and could have myself “blown the whistle” at any second. But I thought everyone knew. I encountered the reference from the moment of having an appointment with him one night in 1966, set up by Milton Klonsky, who was there too. The Harlem story, in Kafka, makes the information on his birth certificate, as C, transparently probable. He fit in down there in Harlem. Why? But he also had the manners of a gentleman. He went to great lengths to honor Klonsky’s memory, which he thought deserved, in a shared story as a Times Obituary for Klonsky. That, to him, was important. Really important. He made dead-sure that it got done.

I somehow feel, having listened in 1990 as he told me, at the end of his life, the value he put on being “talked to … as an equal,” the time had come to turn the tables and be very very sure that slant was mentioned, along with the other information.

It gives extraordinarily profound precision, to say of someone that he “wanted to be a writer, not a black writer. So he chose to live a lie rather than be trapped by the truth.” I found this indefensible. What I did find defensible, on the other hand, was the perceptive comment: “Broyard had confessed enough in his time to know that confession did nothing for the soul. He preferred to communicate his truths on higher frequencies.” On the other hand, while I am sure it is true he “preferred to communicate his truths on higher frequencies,” I am not sure about the first part—based on a quotation I took down, in which MK said precisely that he (himself) liked to “beat upon my breast”; i.e., his graphic picture, with its ancient references, to confession. If, as Anatole graciously said of Milton (in print), one could not “presume” to say anything about him, it’s seems “ironic”—that’s it—that one can say everything about himself, seizing on a facet, his Birth Certificate, penned down by people who (as Gates helpfully documented) did so, the very next year after “close to” 100 blacks were “lynched.” (This would be a good place to take a look at a dream Anatole reported.) In the new century, we will not confine people to one single frame of references—as here. Though this material on race should not have to be excluded. But we will multiply and make combinations, diagonals—as he, I believe, already did.

 


 

 See the March 7 obituary of Klonsky written by Broyard for The New York Times Book Review Supplement (1982), in which he uses this phrase (“His originality was such that though he was my closest friend for many years, he would suddenly strike me as a total stranger,” a phrase perhaps instructive in the present circumstances). As a sidelight of this sentence, he was defining originality—that it might include the ability to totally surprise. If it did so, it could be looked at from that point of view, though it could also be put into other lists of motivations and value (or psychological or sociological) systems. Which was it, ultimately and primarily?? Was it originality, and thus organic in the total personality or soul level, or was it primarily an escape or complex of some sort? The answer was all-important if a judgment were to be reached.

 Milton Klonsky, described as a Greenwich Village “poet genius,” a cult figure to Village literary people, in a book on “New York City in the 50s,” and as having “an IQ that could stutter your butter”—by Seymour Krim, in an essay on him, reprinted in his final posthumously published 1991 essay selections—was commissioned to write his memoirs on W. H. Auden, by The New Yorker, but died in the process in 1981. This long essay on Auden was included in his own (Milton Klonsky’s) posthumous selected essays, as “Chester, Wystan, Rhoda, and Me: A Fragment” (pp. 89-101, in A Discourse on Hip); it is otherwise-unpublished documentation about Auden, including the one nonhomosexual affair that he had, which was with Klonsky’s estranged wife. Klonsky told me, which is nowhere published, that he eventually came to believe that it was Auden’s roundabout relationship with him, that caused the deflected affair with his already-distant wife. Klonsky was friends with the other literary notables of the day, including such writers as James Ages. Klonsky begins the essay, walking along “West 4th St.,” reading the Times. Having unfortuitously died while writing this commissioned article for The New Yorker, he is probably, for this accidental reason, not known to The New Yorker readers, though he is known to readers (in the past) of Commentary, Partisan Review, Hudson Review, etc. He was a very central figure in the coteries described in “White Like Me,” and was featured in the final paragraph of Kafka Was the Rage, in its posthumously published form—which was not as Anatole, had he lived, intended to continue it. He intended to continue, with a chapter of 1960s memoirs, beginning with his “Milton stories”—but ended the book in a broken-off version, cut short by his own death. In the accounts above, information was terminated as these figures of a generation of New York City friends and intellectuals tried to record their memories. Klonsky was the topic Anatole Broyard had reached in his memoirs, when he himself died, in 1990. The brief description, concluding the book, was not what he indicated to me was the note he wanted. Yet again, Klonsky did not go onto the record in any update since Krim’s essay in the way he otherwise would have. The comments included here (in the current short essay) come from two sources primarily: Anatole Broyard himself and Milton Klonsky—who at one point talked to him daily, at other points weekly. Anatole himself said it was daily, in the late period. If anyone needs to comment on the record, and cannot himself, it would be this person, whom Anatole described, in print as “my closest friend for many years,” a New York City intellectual “poet genius,” who was Jewish, white, of Russian ancestry. Published  in 1991, A Discourse on Hip his Selected Writings, was expected by the publisher to take off by word of mouth; therefore, was never publicized. Therefore, this information was virtually unavailable to any researcher. Only by looking in the poet Delmore Schwartz’s letters, and in the index finding the reference to a letter Klonsky wrote to the Draft Board, would one have some documentary idea where to start looking for anecdotes. Schwartz said that Klonsky wrote the Draft Board, who drafter him, that being a poet he could not be called away on such short notice. The Draft Board relinquished, and gave him an extension from the Draft of six months—to get his papers readied.

 The posthumous Paragon House selected essays, which Krim participated in collecting—among which was the reprint of his 1960 essay, entitled “Milton Klonsky.”

 The article specifically says, that stepping out on West 4th Street, Anatole Broyard became white, which is, ironically, the very street on which Milton Klonsky had his walk-up Village apartment. Thus, in all Greenwich Village, this is the one street it would be least accurate to cite.

 We had set up the meeting, to recall “Milton stories”–on his part, for his memoirs. I had in fact taken down many of the fabled phrases of Milton Klonsky, that made him a cult figure (verbatim, as he said them). This picked up where Krim’s essay, ending at 1960, stopped. I came on the scene in 1965.

 On the very night that Delmore died, he went down to the Village. And he met Milton. I was almost there but had just left. They talked. It was one of the very final moments in Delmore Schwartz’s life, and his old friend was there, perhaps representing all the old friends who would have liked to be there. How was his mind? I asked. It went in and out of lucidity, I was told. But at times, it was “completely lucid.”

 A Discourse on Hip: Selected Writings of Milton Klonsky (T. Solotaroff, Ed.). Detroit, Mich: Wayne State University Press.

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Below is a photo of Tim Denevi, John Brick, and yours truly.

May 15-18 day and night, into the wee hours, the many performers and audience in New Orleans feasted on every aspect of the GonzoFest–from panels to live jazz, from poetry to a play and several short documentaries. From the panel “Hunter by His Friends and Others Who Knew Him” to “Daughters of Gonzo,” we delved into the wide range of fabulous topics, including a glimpse into the “photo book” of Deborah Fuller’s Owl Farm collection now in preparation for publication. Deborah was, of course, Hunter Thompson’s longtime personal assistant. This is a sneak peak. More soon.

GonzoFest Schedule (Feb 15)

If you missed Fear and Loathing in San Francisco, a short documentary by Romain Thomassin, watch it on his website here.

Photo taken by Curtis Robinson.

Me with David Amram just before his incredible performance of jazz, singing at the piano, sometimes playing flute. And a band accompanying him. It was live jazz at its core and roots.

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FINALLY OUT: STOP ALL THE CLOCKS https://margaretharrell.com/2025/02/almost-out-stop-all-the-clocks/ Thu, 20 Feb 2025 16:46:34 +0000 https://margaretharrell.com/?p=33319 Stop All the Clocks: More Conversations with Shaman, Taiji Master, Rainforest Jef Crab became a book accidentally, as the result of online chats with Jef. It's now out in print. Watch for the audio book. Jef is coming up from his home in Suriname, on the edge of the rainforest, to read his chat lines. [...]

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Stop All the Clocks: More Conversations with Shaman, Taiji Master, Rainforest Jef Crab became a book accidentally, as the result of online chats with Jef. It’s now out in print.

Watch for the audio book. Jef is coming up from his home in Suriname, on the edge of the rainforest, to read his chat lines. Did I say chat lines? Rather;

Stop All the Clocks is not an interview. It’s a séance.

In this haunting, often hilarious, and wildly original collection, Jef Crab doesn’t just answer questions — he disrupts time. Across these conversations, you’re not flipping pages — you’re falling into a philosophical rabbit hole shaped like a funhouse mirror.

Think: Beckett meets Burroughs in a dive bar run by Borges.

Jef Crab, part mystic, part trickster, responds with riddles, reversals, and gut-punch truths. Each exchange feels like a miniature detonation — intimate, bizarre, and strangely healing.

This is a book that wrestles with:

• ⏳ The absurdity of time and memory

• 🌀 Language as a trap and a tool

• 🔥 How to stay human in a world engineered to flatten you

Whether you’re a philosopher, poet, or chaos enthusiast, Stop All the Clocks will leave you rattled, laughing, and slightly rearranged.

MORE: Ron Whitehead is a third spectacular reader for this audio.

Back to Stop All the Clocks.

The book opens with my death that didn’t happen. And how I saw the diversion-from-head-on-confrontation-with-death in a vision over ten years before. Yes, I saw it stopped in its tracks, and the enactment waited years to step into Life. But it did. And got stopped in its tracks. For how long? We never know. But it’s three years later, and the diversion to another Life Track is holding solid.

This book dives deeply into the consciousness of An Underground PRINCIPIA, acting as a wizard wand to reveal its secrets. Reviewing An Underground PRINCIPIA in 2024, Jef Crab worried: “How many people will be able to grasp the depth of the principles you describe? It is amazing enough that you take a lifetime of experiences and connect them into a driving force that leads to the realization of one’s purpose. Even more amazing is that you include the most subtle levels of existence that play a role in these processes. Most breathtakingly, by reading An Underground PRINCIPIA, the reader can gain the insight that all of this is happening, not in one lifetime, whether human or universal, but in an eternal now. Amazing achievement.”

Why not complement that depth with very accessible personal stories? reveal deeply mystical, miraculous consciousness experiences that neither even knew the other had had.? Turn the obstacle into a Giant Opportunity? And so with Jef in a house he built in Suriname, on the edge of the rainforest, and Margaret in Raleigh, NC, the Skype chats began.

They flowed out and barely needed refinements. However, I did surround them with context and interesting, related odds and ends. The topics ranged far and wide but kept coming back to “the Earth.” And also to our experiences and spiritual initiations, what we have learned, on it. Living on the edge of the rainforest in Suriname, Jef has a particular point of view that he not only believes but lives. It fits right in with my perspectives and values. So we were off into a gripping dialogue. Join us. And write to me any questions and reactions. Should we do a follow-up?

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On Location – Gonzo Fest 2018 https://margaretharrell.com/2024/12/on-location-gonzo-fest-2018/ Tue, 17 Dec 2024 18:08:12 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=7907 Tim Denevi and Margaret Harrell Author/professor Tim Denevi and I had a delightful time presenting at the Gonzo Fest 2018. The Leo Weekly, Louisville, set up the event in an itinerary: 12-1 p.m. Writing “Hell’s Angels”: Will the Real Hunter S. Thompson Please Stand Up Featuring: Timothy Denevi and Margaret Harrell 1:10-1:50 p.m. [...]

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Tim Denevi and Margaret Harrell

Author/professor Tim Denevi and I had a delightful time presenting at the Gonzo Fest 2018. The Leo Weekly, Louisville, set up the event in an itinerary:

12-1 p.m.
Writing “Hell’s Angels”: Will the Real Hunter S. Thompson Please Stand Up
Featuring: Timothy Denevi and Margaret Harrell

1:10-1:50 p.m.
Book Signings: Margaret Harrell, Ron Whitehead and Juan Thompson

1:30-2:30 p.m.
The Battle of Michigan Avenue: Chicago 1968, HST and Violence Against Journalists
Panelists: Michael Lindenberger, Timothy Denevi and Ryan Van Velzer
Moderator: Kate Howard

TopsLouisville wrote:

Held at the Main Branch of the Louisville Free Public Library, where Thompson’s mother Virginia worked for many years, GonzoFest Louisville will host two panels, Writing Hell’s Angels: Will the Real Hunter Thompson Please Stand Up? and The Battle of Michigan Avenue: Chicago 1968, Hunter Thompson, and Violence Against Journalists. The festival will also host the Kentucky premiere of the PBS documentary “The Rise and Fall of the Brown Buffalo.”

At the “Writing Hell’s Angels” panel, Tim Denevi, MFA professor at George Mason University, and I gave a program on Hunter, age 29, facing up to challenges in getting his first book, Hell’s Angels, through the publication process at Random House, no small feat under the circumstances of legal challenges and so forth. I was Hunter’s copy editor, the assistant editor to Jim Silberman and the Girl Friday on all matters pertaining to the situation.

Gonzo fest 2018

The News and Tribune gave some background on my fellow presenter:

Denevi’s next book is a work of narrative nonfiction on Hunter S. Thompson. Denevi’s essays on politics, sport, and religion have recently appeared in The Paris Review, New York Magazine, The Normal School, and Literary Hub, where he serves as the nonfiction editor.

With publication imminent, Tim’s second book already has a free preview here on iTunes.

A huge thanks to an unknown diner at the Brown Hotel for the photo of Tim and me.

 

Hunter Thompson at ranch 1991

 

 

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NEW Interviews with Margaret https://margaretharrell.com/2024/10/the-hunter-gatherers-interview-with-margaret-harrell-at-the-gonzofest/ Sun, 13 Oct 2024 13:28:21 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=26304 "Chatting with Betsy" has a delightful new interview with me, "Journeying Through Life's Synchronicities."  The previous interview I did with her bounced all the way toVienna, where it sparked the plan to found a Gonzofest Vienna - whose first event then fizzled and started percolating in Dublin, Ireland. But it was a tall lift to [...]

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“Chatting with Betsy” has a delightful new interview with me, “Journeying Through Life’s Synchronicities.” 

The previous interview I did with her bounced all the way toVienna, where it sparked the plan to found a Gonzofest Vienna – whose first event then fizzled and started percolating in Dublin, Ireland. But it was a tall lift to find an untaken venue in Dublin on that short notice.

So we luckily were offered Garden District Book Shop in New Orleans – Gonzofest 2025. Putting GF Europe on hold, we are considering Italy 2026. Meanwhile, we have a tremendous lineup of talent ready to jump in a plane. More on this New Orleans event at its website.

Betsy Wurzel writes:

We reflect on the unpredictability of life’s twists and turns, sharing personal anecdotes of remarkable synchronicities. Additionally, Margaret delves into her latest revised-edition book, BEYOND 3-D: KEEP THIS QUIET! III, discussing its inspiration and the transformative potential of her LuminEsscence Light Body work courses in facilitating spiritual growth and emotional healing.
Margaret also recommends THE HELL’s ANGELS LETTERS: Hunter S. Thompson, Margaret Harrell, and THE MAKING of AN AMERICAN CLASSIC, available on norfolkpress.com. This interview provides a captivating glimpse into Margaret A. Harrell’s diverse body of work and the eagerly anticipated International Gonzofest.
This comes on the heels of another remarkable interview – with Hunter Gatherers podcast world-class interviewers: Christopher Tidmore and Curtis Robinson. They write:

She was Hunter S. Thompson’s first book editor, helping craft the Hells Angels book. She was also a friend and, as readers of her book Keep This Quiet! know, “special friend.” Some even say she was a muse at the most critical time of his career… she certainly pulls no punches during a live interview from Louisville.

Being interviewed by people that gifted, you cannot help but come up with fascinating material. I am grateful that they pulling me aside at the July 2021 Gonzofest in Louisville for an impromptu interview. (Planned by them.)

Also, recently, before that, did my first Interviewed with Betsy Wurtzel

on Passionate World Talk Radio. It was a lot of fun and roamed over many of the topics I’m most interested in. Betsy wrote:

I highly recommend reading Keep THIS Quiet! Too about Margaret A. Harrell ‘s fascinating life!
Please listen to my interview with Margaret A. Harrell about this book and how these 3 men helped Margaret to be fearless!
And not to forget the illustrious panel–no exaggeration–recorded for Wonderland Book Club by Alice Osborn.
Finally, if you want a gorgeous T-shirt, check out Home | Bisagra Clothing Collection (thebisagracollection.com). The  high-end Red Shark T-shirts are imprinted with the bold “insider” Red Shark image. “Spirit animals” are the inspiration for this new collection based in Native American, Diné, art.
Below center, Bill McKeen and Ron Whitehead.
To the right: Bill, Dany and her husband, Tim Denevi, John Brick, and me at the last Louisville GonzoFest (2023).

Matt Hahn and Margaret Harrell, Gonzofest ’23

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An Underground PRINCIPIA – order now! https://margaretharrell.com/2024/07/an-underground-principia/ Sun, 07 Jul 2024 23:34:10 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=31684 Cover artwork: Grant Goodwine Cover design: Deborah Perdue I think this may be my most ambitious book yet. And most playful. I say to myself: Who wrote this? order at Amazon. Sir Isaac Newton famously complained about “action at a distance.” How was it possible, he wrote, that gravity, or attraction, operated between objects without physical [...]

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Cover artwork: Grant Goodwine

Cover design: Deborah Perdue

I think this may be my most ambitious book yet. And most playful. I say to myself: Who wrote this?

order at Amazon.

Sir Isaac Newton famously complained about “action at a distance.” How was it possible, he wrote, that gravity, or attraction, operated between objects without physical contact? Well, jump to the twenty-first century, and we have a lot more to say about that. Readers will enjoy a brilliant, outrageous, playful exploration of quantum physics in everyday life, from a secret interplay of TV plots with us, in electricity, to other speculations, founded in the author’s decades of initiations as well as being an original thinker and a scholar.
An unusual feature of the illustrations in AN UNDERGROUND PRINCIPIA is a technique called “computer-PK,” or mind through matter in the creation of printouts that refocus the text on-screen in the printing so that nothing happens twice. As in Einstein’s “Credo,” the author exemplifies: “The most beautiful and deepest experience can have is the sense of the mysterious.”

In SPACE ENCOUNTERS II: AN UNDERGROUND PRINCIPIA, Margaret Ann Harrell leaps beyond existentialism, beyond cellular molecular electric, beyond epistemology, beyond phenomenology, beyond quantum physics, beyond first second and third person narrative, beyond fourth person singular, beyond tragedy, beyond comedy, beyond all genres, beyond space and time, beyond yin and yang, beyond dualism in all its manufactured forms, beyond encyclopedic knowledge, beyond gravity, beyond electromagnetics, beyond nondualism, beyond death, beyond 3-D, beyond sound and light to where there is no distance to where there are no gaps to where the ever changing creative imagination is the host of all and everything. SPACE ENCOUNTERS II: AN UNDERGROUND PRINCIPIA is a masterpiece, a miracle.
From start to finish beginning to end I was blown away by the brilliance the radiance the outrageousness the playfulness the hilarity the footnotes the simultaneous multiple conversations all of it!

It’s talking my language, and it’s a language that’s never been spoken! Ha! And Aha!

—Ron Whitehead, U.S. National Lifetime Beat Poet Laureate

Margaret Harrell has the most open-ended and far-reaching mind of anyone I know.

—Rhea A. White, Director, the Exceptional Human Experience Network

But who is ready for this culmination of a lifetime, written with multiple spirit guides, or let’s say packs of inspiration? Master Taiji teacher points this out:

My biggest concern is that I have no idea how many people will be able to grasp the depth of the principles you describe. It is amazing enough that you take a lifetime of experiences and connect them into a driving force that leads to the realization of one’s purpose.
Even more amazing is that you include the most subtle levels of existence that play a role in these processes.
An Underground Principia connects life purpose, spirituality, depth psychology, and quantum physics into one all-encompassing movement.
Most breathtakingly, by reading
An Underground Principia, the reader can gain the insight that all of this is happening, not in one lifetime, whether human or universal, but in an eternal now. Amazing achievement . . .

To help with this conundrum, be on the lookout for this book in audio.

Also, Jef Crab is going to provide some Reader Notes. And maybe assist in a stronger fashion through recorded Skype sessions we are doing together. I couldn’t be more blessed.

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GonzoFest New Orleans – 2025 – Instagram Page: NEW!! https://margaretharrell.com/2023/12/christmas-special-new-writing-by-hunter/ Thu, 07 Dec 2023 17:31:10 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=27124 Here is the Instagram link for the New Orleans GonzoFest. Follow it!  Gonzo Flyers created by that inimicable artist GRANT GOODWINE. If you feel inclined to buy a T-shirt to help us bring the best contributers in the world to New Orleans, go here. To browse the official website, go here. World-famous composer/musician David Amram [...]

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Here is the Instagram link for the New Orleans GonzoFest.

Follow it! 

Gonzo Flyers created by that inimicable artist

GRANT GOODWINE.

If you feel inclined to buy a T-shirt to help us bring the best contributers in the world to New Orleans, go here.

To browse the official website, go here. World-famous composer/musician David Amram is playing with four New Orleans musicians. Panels you won’t want to miss are booked. Old friends will be hanging out.  No Tickets needed, though if you like, there will be a donations option at the door. More here.

THANK YOU. See you there.

Also, in the news . . .

The Hell’s Angels Letters – Hunter S. thompson

 

I am thrilled to report reviews of AND READER INTEREST IN The Hell’s Angels Letters: Hunter S. Thompson, Margaret Harrell and the Making of an American Classic Norfolk Press website. In addition to the soft cover, there are about 18 limited-edition copies left.
Order signed copies of the limited edition by contacting me.
Below is a review by Leland Locke I love:
To quote a review I cherish by Johannes Joey Auersperg:
This book in hands – IT IS MIND BLOWING JAW DROPPING!!!
I just can’t leave it alone!
I approach it, open it, flip through it, can hardly decide what to read first, enjoy some pages, close it, do something else, and walk back to it, open it…… – for hours now!
Feel like taking two weeks off to just stay IN IT!
All these letters from Hunter asking you to save the situation, etc. ADORABLE!!!!

Wow! Thank you. Remember, it’s 1/4 written by Hunter (his new writing presented in color scans, full size).

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Gorgeous Native American & Gonzo T-shirts, Hoodies https://margaretharrell.com/2023/11/gorgeous/ Sun, 05 Nov 2023 15:07:42 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=26567   Bisagra’s Diné designers, stylists and Indigenous labor force have created a clothing line that is authentically by Native American designers, adding a beautiful fashion twist. For a gorgeous T-shirt, check out Home | Bisagra Clothing Collection (thebisagracollection.com). Enjoy browsing through their collection based in Native American, Diné, art, some with "spirit animals'' as the [...]

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Bisagra’s Diné designers, stylists and Indigenous labor force have created a clothing line that is authentically by Native American designers, adding a beautiful fashion twist.

For a gorgeous T-shirt, check out Home | Bisagra Clothing Collection (thebisagracollection.com). Enjoy browsing through their collection based in Native American, Diné, art, some with “spirit animals” as the inspiration.

The latest addition is designs by Gonzo artist Grant Goodwine. Click here to feast your eyes on one.

Also shop the Peter Ray James collection. Peter Ray James is an honors graduate of the Institute of Native American American Indian Arts of Santa Fe.

Also, click here for the exclusive Red Shark T-shirt

 

See the gorgeous

Kinyaa’áanii Scarf here.

and the

Spirit Horse – Teal T-shirt here

From the Mission Statement page: “Mission
Bisagra, the Spanish word for ‘hinge,’ grew out of a vision to open a door for Diné artists and provide a pathway for them to showcase their work in larger, mainstream fashion markets.  Bisagra’s founder, Judy Campbell Clancy, began working with Mabel Canuto – a talented Diné seamstress—-in 1978 to sew a fashion line of cowboy shirts. It was troubling to Campbell Clancy how a people so talented and richly steeped in weaving heritage could experience one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. Her work with Canuto became an effort to combat systematic racism and poverty by creating job opportunities within the Dine communities for weavers and other artists.”

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Gonzo NEWS: 2024 French Documentary, PLUS Tim Denevi, William McKeen, Ron Whitehead, Peter Richardson, Dr. John Brick, et al. at Gonzofest in July https://margaretharrell.com/2023/07/tim-denevi-william-mckeen-ron-whitehead-et-al-at-gonzofest-in-july/ Fri, 21 Jul 2023 17:03:05 +0000 https://margaretharrell.flywheelsites.com/?p=23171 First, the latest. Romain Thomassin, a French filmmaker, is right now editing down hours and hours of film, made on location in mi-October for a commissioned 15-minute documentary on Hunter S. Thompson and San Francisco - featuring Hell's Angels. For that, he interviewed Peter Richardson, David Streitfeld, and me on location, in Hunter's old hanging-out [...]

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First, the latest.

Romain Thomassin, a French filmmaker, is right now editing down hours and hours of film, made on location in mi-October for a commissioned 15-minute documentary on Hunter S. Thompson and San Francisco – featuring Hell’s Angels.

For that, he interviewed Peter Richardson, David Streitfeld, and me on location, in Hunter’s old hanging-out spots there. Just wrapped up. Now the hours and hours of film are being edited down to fit the show format. Final edits are in Paris in December. Then this will appear on French TV to an audience of 100,000. I’ll alert ou when short doc is posted on their website.

THEN THE JULY GONZOFEST, the final one. To celebrate Hunter S. Thompson’s birthday this year, a stellar lineup for a panel on The Hell’s Angels Letters gathered at Louisville. KY, July 13.  Here are some photos from past Gonzofests I attended.

Gonzofest 2023 was held at the High Horse Bar July 14-15, 2023 from noon until late into the night – A large bar and music venue.  And lots of music there was.

See the brand-new TV interview on the GF by founder Ron Whitehead here.

Attendees flocking from all over the country, snapped up the 400 tickets and made a most lively crowd. As did the expert Friday panel on The Hell’s Angels Letters. This Hunter S. Thompson themed festival is complete with an Art and Literary Contest, local breweries, and live music.

To read more, go here. And here. TO BUY TICKETS, GO HERE. 

Image credit above: graphic artist Mary Fields

Photo credits: Juan and me and my face: artist/poet Jinn Bug

If you would like a signed copy of any of my books, let me know so I can take a copy for you to the Gonzofest! There is also now an e-book option for The Hell’s Angels Letters on Amazon here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE HELL’S ANGELS LETTERS PANEL:

Earliest Hints of Gonzo:

Pranks, Agonies, as a Young Hunter Prepares His Launching Pad

 

Peter Richardson teaches Humanities and American Studies at San Francisco State University. His publications include critically acclaimed books about Hunter S. Thompson, the Grateful Dead, Ramparts magazine, and Carey McWilliams, who edited Thompson at The Nation magazine. He is currently writing a book about Rolling Stone magazine for the University of California Press. 

 

Margaret Ann Harrell spent thirty adventurous years abroad in Morocco and Europe, returning to the United States in 2001. She is a three-time MacDowell Colony fellow and has authored eighteen books, including The Hell’s Angels Letters: Hunter S. Thompson, Margaret Harrell and the Making of an American Classic in collaboration with Ron Whitehead (Norfolk Press) and Space Encounters III—Inserting Consciousness into Collisions: A True Fantasy Adventure by the Earth through the Quantum Entangled World. Also, the Keep This Quiet! memoir series and Particle Pinata Poems. She is an editor and an advanced light body meditation teacher as well as a cloud photographer exhibited now and then in Romania, Italy, Bruges (Belgium), and New York City and a mentor to those wanting to go deeper into themselves and their potential.

 

William McKeen is a professor and the former Chair of the Department of Journalism at Boston University; he is the author or editor of thirteen successful books, including Outlaw JournalistMile Marker Zero, and Everybody Had an Ocean. McKeen teaches journalism history, literary journalism, and rock n’ roll and American culture and previously taught at Western Kentucky University, the University of Oklahoma, and the University of Florida, where he chaired the department of journalism. Before beginning his teaching career, he was a reporter, then associate editor of The American Spectator and the Saturday Evening PostMile Marker Zero is “a tall but telescopic-sight-true tale of Hunter Thompson, Jimmy Buffett, Tom McGuane, and a large cavorting cast running around with sand in their shoes at ‘ground zero for lust and greed and most of the other deadly sins,’ Key West,” wrote Tom Wolfe. McKeen spent his early years in England, Germany, Nebraska, and Texas.

 

Dr. John F. Brick teaches English, first-year rhetoric, and creative writing at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His scholarship includes a comprehensive annotated variorum of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which traces the development of Thompson’s 1971 classic across extant texts and archival documents and provides comprehensive historical, cultural, and literary context. The result not only recaptures something of the first blush of Vegas‘ satire and profundity but offers unprecedented granularity in examining Thompson’s creative process at the height of his powers. Dr. Brick’s most recent work examines intersections of sportswriting and nationalism. In his spare time he enjoys distance running and cycling, and playing for the Milwaukee Hurling Club.

 

Timothy Jack Denevi is a professor in the MFA program at George Mason University and the past nonfiction editor of Literary Hub. His work has appeared in the Atlantic, Time, the Paris Review, and New York Magazine, to name a few. And he has been interviewed prolifically, across the spectrum of major news outlets, including the Joe Rogan Experience podcast, following the release of his highly successful Freak Kingdom: Hunter S. Thompson’s Manic Ten-Year Crusade against American Fascism. Denevi grew up in Los Gatos, California, and lives near Washington DC. He is a MacDowell Colony fellow and a fellow of the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.

 

Ron Whitehead, co-founder of & Chief of Poetics for GonzoFest, is a Lifetime US National Beat Poet Laureate. His life is newly documented in the film Outlaw Poet: The Legend of Ron Whitehead (2022). “Ron Whitehead is Bodhisattva in Kentucky,” said Lawrence Ferlinghetti. “I have long admired Ron Whitehead. He is crazy as nine loons, and his poetry is a dazzling mix of folk wisdom and pure mathematics,” said Hunter S. Thompson. An award-winning poet and performer, author of 30 books and 40 albums, his words have been translated into twenty languages.

 Art by Grant Goodwine 

Inside the Kitchen

With Rory Feehan at the Frazier 2019

Margaret Harrell – Hunter Thompson

Juan Thompson and me over dinner in the Brown Hotel

Juan Thompson, Margaret Harrell, a firing range

Photo credit: Jinn Bug

Doug Brinkley and Deb Fuller at Gonzo Fest 2016

Ron Whitehead and Jinn Bug

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What are you waiting for? It will change your entire life. It did mine. And it kept changing it—as the years rolled on.

The light body never failed to help me adapt and stretch to any situation. This is no exaggeration. It boosts your creativity because it comes out of boundless energy. The light body is older and wiser than any of us. However, its energy, when properly focused, goes right into our everyday lives and energizes us on all levels.

I learned this course the “hard way”—by foot, train, and taxi—and in a foreign language, Dutch. I lived in Belgium. But it was fascinating that way. The energies were there with me, regardless of the language and circumstances. I was amazed that I could visualize with my eyes closed, which I hadn’t experienced before. The energies danced into “visions” when I least expected it, and they transported that excitement into me. As they transformed, that excited energy remained in me. So as soon as I moved back to the States, I began to teach the courses. Till I was teaching practically every light body course that the founders allowed any of their teachers to teach.

I offer you a free introductory hour in which you experience the energies yourself, still being guided by DaBen and Orin, the founding spirits. And now being watched over as well by Duane Packer and Sanaya Roman, who were their channels here on Earth until their recent passing. Come, enjoy. I always do. And I think you will too.

 

The photos comes from the CDs in the six-box home study program of Awakening Your Light Body created by LuminEssence, www.orindaben.com; there, Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer describe these courses they channeled into the Earth, which are now taught worldwide. Great attention is paid to keeping them authentic and not over-commercialized. Are you ready for this course? If so, please contact me. You can start immediately.

 

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