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{{byline|last=Stratton|first=Richard|abstract=A writer recounts his relationship with Norman {{NM}}, beginning in the 1970s.

{{dc|dc=“I|t was the early 1970's.”}} I was living in [[w:Provincetown, Massachusetts|Provincetown, Massachusetts]], on a writing fellowship at the [[w:Fine Arts Work Center|Fine Arts Work Center]]. Across Commercial Street, the narrow lane meandering through town, cater-cornered to the garret apartment where I lived, was a big red brick house on Cape Cod Bay. A young woman, Bobbi, worked in that house as a cook and housekeeper for Norman Mailer. Bobbi lived in the ground floor apartment of the building I lived in and over the fall and winter months we became friends.

“You should meet Norman,” Bobbi said to me one evening as we sat drinking wine and talking. “You guys would hit it off.”

By then I was already a Mailer aficionado. I had come to his writing through his movies. On a whim one night I went to a screening at [[w:Brandeis|Brandeis]] of ''[[w:Beyond the Law (film)|Beyond the Law]]''—it was the title that attracted me. Ninety minutes later I walked out of the auditorium determined to read Mailer, for anyone who could make a film that bold and outrageous about cops and criminals, I knew, had to have much to teach me about writing.

I read Mailer over the next several months, and, during the summer while I attended a writing course at Harvard, his alma mater, I got up the nerve to write him a letter. First I read the early novels, ''[[The Naked and the Dead]]'', ''[[Barbary Shore]]'', ''[[The Deer Park]]'', then, ''[[The Armies of the Night]]'', and I was hooked.

This was, after all, a time when the death of the novel had already been announced and readers and writers of fiction were in mourning. Given what we were living through at the time—the [[w:Assassination of John F. Kennedy|Kennedy]] and [[w:Assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.|Martin Luther King]] assassinations, the [[w:Vietnam War|war in Vietnam]] and rioting in the streets of American cities, as seen on the evening news—reading fiction was a bit like reading obituaries. The potential for fiction to ignite the public consciousness had been usurped by reporting current events and what was to become known as [[w:New Journalism|the new journalism]]. With ''The Armies of the Night'', Mailer became its stellar performer, there in the event, balls to the wall, and back at his desk, writing with a hard-on.