This is the story of a man who left instructions that the word "WRITER"--in capital letters--should be carved into the center of his tombstone.
Philip F. Deaver’s writing won Flannery O’Connor and O. Henry awards. For 20 years, he was the writer-in-residence and creative writing professor at Florida’s prestigious Rollins College, until frontotemporal degeneration (FTD) robbed him of his ability to write or speak. This book’s subtitle, acknowledging Philip Deaver as a "minor" American writer, is not pejorative. Although he was not a household name, and his list of published works was not long, his written words were invariably of a high standard. And coupled with his outstanding work was the recognition by all who knew him that, as a human being of intelligence, compassion, and wit, there was nothing minor about him. Philip Deaver’s stories were "full of blurred time and half-lived dreams. Written in vivid, spare prose, the best of these stories linger, sad and profound, like songs you sing to yourself" -The New York Times Book Review