John Moorehouse

The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Summers in Rangoon... Luge lessons... In the spring we'd make meat helmets. After attending university at Virginia and working at the student newspaper (which combined to mean being assigned many books I would not fully read), I worked in journalism, both for a newspaper and on a freelance basis. I now make my home in palatial Kingsport, TN, where the smell of pollution and desperation hangs over my Fortress of Solitude where satisfactorily written prose emanates on a near-daily basis.