Publication Date

5-2009

Type of Culminating Activity

Thesis

Degree Title

Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, Fiction

Department

English

Supervisory Committee Chair

Brady Udall, M.P.A.

Supervisory Committee Member

Mitch Wieland, M.F.A.

Supervisory Committee Member

Cheryl Hindrichs, Ph.D.

Abstract

Every mission through time and space to save Jim Morrison's life failed. He always died, no matter what. Always at four-ten AM, on Saturday, July the third, nineteen-seventy-one. Each of Jim's many deaths—in Paris or L.A.; bearded or shaved; drunk or sober—reminded me of my father, at home in the year two-thousand-and-six, in a hospital bed at St. Luke's, who, like Jim in nineteen-seventy-one, had death written all over him.

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