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{{byline |last=Grobel |first=Lawrence |abstract=A veteran interviewer of several decades explores a range of issues in his interview with Norman Mailer, including morality, personal development, the experience of being a writer, the challenges of success, fiction vs. nonfiction, American writers, and a number of other topics. |note=This interview originally appeared in ''Endangered Species: Writers Talk About Their Craft, Their Visions, Their Lives'' (Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Press, 2001). |url=https://prmlr.us/mr08grob}}
{{byline |last=Grobel |first=Lawrence |abstract=A veteran interviewer of several decades explores a range of issues in his interview with Norman Mailer, including morality, personal development, the experience of being a writer, the challenges of success, fiction vs. nonfiction, American writers, and a number of other topics. |note=This interview originally appeared in ''Endangered Species: Writers Talk About Their Craft, Their Visions, Their Lives'' (Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Press, 2001). |url=https://prmlr.us/mr02gro}}
{{dc|dc=W|hat can one say about Norman {{NM}}}} that he probably hasn’t already said about himself? I grew up on Mailer. His great journalism in ''Esquire''; his incredible gift of metaphor; his surehandedness when it came to writing about taboos, superstitions, and excrement; his knuckleheaded foray into the brave new world of women’s lib. And his supreme self-confidence, focusing so superbly on himself in a book he audaciously and precisely titled ''[[Advertisements for Myself]]'' and later in ''[[Pieces and Pontifications]]''. And, of course, his fiction, which, until recently (and even still ...) he always believed would earn him a Nobel Prize, those purely Mailer novels beginning with ''[[The Naked and the Dead]]'' when he was just 25, and then ''[[Barbary Shore]]'', ''[[The Deer Park]]'', ''[[An American Dream]]'', ''[[Why Are We in Vietnam?]]'', ''[[The Executioner’s Song]]'' (history as novel), ''[[Ancient Evenings]]'', ''[[Tough Guys Don’t Dance]]'', ''[[Harlot’s Ghost]]'', ''[[The Gospel According to the Son]]''.
{{dc|dc=W|hat can one say about Norman {{NM}}}} that he probably hasn’t already said about himself? I grew up on Mailer. His great journalism in ''Esquire''; his incredible gift of metaphor; his surehandedness when it came to writing about taboos, superstitions, and excrement; his knuckleheaded foray into the brave new world of women’s lib. And his supreme self-confidence, focusing so superbly on himself in a book he audaciously and precisely titled ''[[Advertisements for Myself]]'' and later in ''[[Pieces and Pontifications]]''. And, of course, his fiction, which, until recently (and even still ...) he always believed would earn him a Nobel Prize, those purely Mailer novels beginning with ''[[The Naked and the Dead]]'' when he was just 25, and then ''[[Barbary Shore]]'', ''[[The Deer Park]]'', ''[[An American Dream]]'', ''[[Why Are We in Vietnam?]]'', ''[[The Executioner’s Song]]'' (history as novel), ''[[Ancient Evenings]]'', ''[[Tough Guys Don’t Dance]]'', ''[[Harlot’s Ghost]]'', ''[[The Gospel According to the Son]]''.