my father loved the work of edgar ellen pao. liked a lot of writers -- the work of edgar allen ho. he liked a lot of writers. charlie: this is a silly question, but i'm fond of sleep weston's. -- i'm fond of silly questions. would you go with the conceit that a story that has great meaning and transcends and connects with everybody's life and has power or write a good book that had perfectly constructed sent -- perfectly constructed sent? e.l.: why not take them both and put them together? charlie: is one more important? e.l.: i don't make decisions like that. the book always starts with a feeling, from a picture or a phrase of music, something you find mysteriously exciting. these guys were mysterious to me. they had to be understood and interpreted. so this looks started with that line and other books started -- "really bathgate" started with an image of men in black ties standing on a tugboat the deck of a tugboat. it seemed odd. it turned out they were there to take one of their members out to new york harbor and dump him in