Before I return to my regularly scheduled blogging, I need to take one minute to plug my friend Norman Girardot’s book.
Howard Finster was a retired preacher from Georgia, who in his later years became a spectacularly prolific, frequently genius, self-taught artist. In his unclassifiable book, Girardot examines Finster from the point of view of a scholar of comparative religion, but also from the point of view of a person who’s life was transformed by his interactions with Finster.
Norman spent five or six years on this book, and I am honored to have been a part of his book’s creation. It is trully unique and insightful.
This is the book:
This is my spoofical version of the book:
Here is the book at amazon.
If you look closely at the Amazon page for the book, you can see a picture of Norman’s face which I drew years ago.
By the way Finster left his own mark on my life, as well as thousands of other people’s lives. We passed a banjo back and forth, while we waited for the pot of coffee to brew, and he called me a star-faced clown from heaven. I am glad to see that he is still being talked about, 14 years after his death.
The Final Rinse 