by Scott Smith
Richard Russo appeared on Charlie Rose last week. Damn. That’s pretty good for a literary author. While Charlie Rose isn’t Letterman (I keep hoping McNally will make it on), it is a big deal for a novelist.
Russo is like a ghost from my past. He reminds me of those times when fiction mattered most. Also, it was a time I made my most lasting friendships, outside Tim and Greg.
This interview captures Rick’s mind and wit and the laugh. Man, that laugh.