Notes On Distance Dialing

My mom thought watching professional wrestling would turn me gay, so I saw the WWF mostly at my dad’s house, on his twelve-inch black and white television with aluminum foil for an antenna. Every other week I got two hours of gyrating pretty boys, unexamined racism, heavy breathing, and the occasional obese man whose blubbery folds could endure endless punishment until he ended his match by sitting on his opponent. There was a Jewish accountant wrestler who would berate the crowd for cheating on their taxes. There was “Kamala the Ugandan Giant.” There was a clown. The greytoned pixels on my dad’s tiny television gave all this a timeless, literary quality, in the same way that Cary Grant can cross his eyes and do a spit-take and still end a scene without any champagne on his lapels.

Name thesis:degree_name

M.F.A. in Creative Writing

Level thesis:degree_level

Dissertation

Discipline thesis:degree_discipline

English

Year dc:date.available

2015

Author dc:creator

• Baranauskas, Liam

Contributors dc:contributor

• Tom Franklin
• Megan Abbott
• Ivo Kamps

• Changelings
• Egyptology
• Pac-Man
• Pumpkins
• Shame
• Wizards
• Fiction

Repository record dc:identifier

https://egrove.olemiss.edu/etd/586

OAI identifier oai:identifier

oai:egrove.olemiss.edu:etd-1585