May I correct an error in Dan Gilgoff’s generous piece about my novel Gilligan’s Wake (“Tube Topping,” 2/28)? Maybe something got garbled in our conversation, but I don’t know where he got the impression that I moved to Los Angeles in the ’80s after I’d been “passed over” for a staff position at the Village Voice. In fact, I’d been hired to replace Robert Christgau as the paper’s music editor, and I quit after deciding I wasn’t cut out for the job.
I also graduated from college and moved to New York in 1977, not 1979which is no big deal, except that my enthusiasm for the Manhattan punk scene made a lot more sense in ’77. By ’79, we were all sitting around waiting for the next band from Ohio or Georgia to hit town and liven things up.