Christian Cantrell
C.T.Cantrell occasionally writes about himself in the third person in order
to create the illusion that he is important enough that someone would actually
want to write about him (so do not be fooled). He is something of a complex
figure in the literary/journalistic community and perhaps better discussed
with a certain amount of indirection.
He was not born in 1920, 1939, 1952, or 1976 anyplace in South America,
the middle or far easts, or the Ukraine. His parents were not poor farmers
who immigrated to the U.S. when Cantrell was only four and they never labored
long hours in factories, mowed people's lawns, worked in a 7-11 or became
engineers to support the family. His father was not an alcoholic and he
did not abuse Cantrell or his mother on either a regular basis or sporadically
until Cantrell finally left home and shacked up with a freelance herpetologist.
He never became an alcoholic himself while trying to complete a number
of novels and there is no proof that he ever supported himself by writing
obituaries for a small local paper. It cannot be truthfully said that writing
about stiffs all day eventually made Cantrell realize what a wonderful
gift life is, and he never really did settle into serious journalistic
pursuit.
Cantrell does not currently live in Salt Lake City with an unknown number
of wives. You can read his own paper at American
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