Like McCain.

Nevertheless, I also wish Will would please be quiet.

Carver's writing is profoundly moving; it's likely that I'll never read another writer capable of so movingly evoking the most profound loneliness of the soul, of hopelessness, of being a finger's touch away from something you must have, but will never have. Maybe Proulx in Brokeback, but that was one story; Carver did it again and again, in so many brilliantly different ways, and it always felt like hammer blows.

Yes, I met Carver's writing in college. Guilty as charged. But I can tell you, my dear Bailo, that after all the MFA workshops and the American Lit MA, from among all those writers read, Carver stands immensely tall among his contemporaries, and his predecessors.

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2007/12/24/071224fa_fact

When does an editor go too far? When does the work become, for all intents and purposes, the editor's vision and not the writer's?

Editing, an attempt to heighten sense, cutting introspection, description, the sentimental.
He added as well -

- paragraph breaks between lines of dialogue -

the limited, repetitive vocabulary of “K-Mart Realism”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMYywOioemA