“New Journalist” Larry L. King — best known for “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” — died yesterday at a Washington retirement facility. He was 83.
Former Washingtonian editor Jack Limpert sent me a link to a letter that King wrote in 1980 after seeing that he was identified in the magazine as a “radio talk show host.”
Dear Jack Limpert,
I just can’t understand why some jackass in your shop gratuitously inserted in my writer’s sketch, in connection with the Valanos piece, that I am “a radio talk show host.” I am not, have never been, and never hope to be.
I’ve been confused enough with “the other” Larry King and now, without checking with me — and, for the first in in my experience, tampering with the author’s information — you bastards have complicated the problem. Fuck it, fuck your magazine, and fuck the careless shitass who inserted that erroneous information.
Larry L. King
Dear Larry L. King,
Well, it shows how dumb magazine editors can be. One of our editors (as you might expect it was a Harvard graduate) didn’t know there were two Larry Kings. I hardly ever think about the radio Larry King, and when I saw the author’s note, which I assumed had come from you, I told myself that maybe you are doing some radio gig and I never even thought about the Larry King who is on radio. So a series of three dumb mistakes add up to one very big one. What can I say other than dummy, dummy, dummy, why am I not getting smarter as I get older?
King apparently forgave the magazine. I notice he wrote a Washingtonian piece 16 years later.