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Louis Grizzard wrote several humorous books with humorous titles.
Shoot Low Boys They're Riding Shetland Ponies was one.
After a bout with heart disease, he wrote Elvis is Dead and I'm Not Feeling so Good Myself.
My Daddy Was a Pistol and I'm a Son of a Gun. was another one.
As a humorist Grizzard was entertaining. As a writer he is just another 'no show' compared to the likes of Flannery O'connor, Thomas Wolfe, Mark Twain and William Faulkner. An also ran, Robert Penn Warren is in the courtyard where the Impossible squats.
I cannot say that Grizzard reached the level of a southern P.G. Wodehouse but he gave it a shot. Grizzard never aspired to lofty literary heights. Louis was a red neck with a University of Georgia degree who knew grammar, knew sports and knew how to tell a story and knew his audience. He drank too much and died a little to soon. Louis's literary ambitions were pedestrian to the point of nailing his feet to the ground when he could get back to Georgia. I think he wrote a book about that, too. He was a red neck raconteur before 'red neck were red neck'.
Louis Grizzard wrote several humorous books with humorous titles.
Shoot Low Boys They're Riding Shetland Ponies was one.
After a bout with heart disease, he wrote Elvis is Dead and I'm Not Feeling so Good Myself.
My Daddy Was a Pistol and I'm a Son of a Gun. was another one.
As a humorist Grizzard was entertaining. As a writer he is just another 'no show' compared to the likes of Flannery O'connor, Thomas Wolfe, Mark Twain and William Faulkner. An also ran, Robert Penn Warren is in the courtyard where the Impossible squats.
I cannot say that Grizzard reached the level of a southern P.G. Wodehouse but he gave it a shot. Grizzard never aspired to lofty literary heights. Louis was a red neck with a University of Georgia degree who knew grammar, knew sports and knew how to tell a story and knew his audience. He drank too much and died a little to soon. Louis's literary ambitions were pedestrian to the point of nailing his feet to the ground when he could get back to Georgia. I think he wrote a book about that, too. He was a red neck raconteur before 'red neck were red neck'.
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