Dead idol.

I used to really love Raymond Carver's short stories, but eventually I got sick of him and his legions of imitators. For some reason yesterday I began to think of him and decided to look him up online, something I'd never done before. Not surprisingly, I found quite a lot: a biography, interviews, and another biography that has such a positively heinous background that it renders the page virtually unreadable. So after reading through this material, I'm thinking of re-evaluating Mr. Carver.