"The novelists Robert Olen Butler, 50, and Elizabeth Dewberry, 32, knew they were meant for each other when they could sit in a room together and not only write but also write well," begins that couple's Vows announcement from twelve years ago. And earlier today we wondered what Pulitzer winner's wife left him for a captain of industry. Now we've gotten what we believe is the full insane insane INSANE email that Bob Butler sent to his department, describing the breakup of their relationship.
Rumors will soon be swirling around the department, so I want to tell the full and nuanced story to the five of you among the graduate students and ask that you clarify the issues for any of your fellow grad students who ask. This sort of thing can get wildly distorted pretty quickly. You can feel free to use any part or all of this email to do so. I really appreciate your help.Put down your cup of coffee or you might spill it.
Elizabeth is leaving me for Ted Turner.
She and I will remain the best of friends. She also knows about, endorses, and even encourages that I tell this much detail of the story:
She has spoken openly in her work and in her public life of the fact that she was molested by her grandfather from an early age, a molestation that was known and tacitly condoned by her radically Evangelical Christian parents. She then went into a decade-long abusive marriage. I met her when she was in a terminally desperate state from this lifetime of abuse, and we married and we truly loved each other.I was able to help her a great deal. She says I saved her life. But de facto therapy as the initial foundation of a marriage eventually sucks the life out of a relationship. And it is very common for a woman to be drawn to men who remind them of their childhood abusers. Ted is such a man, though fortunately, he is far from being abusive. From all that I can tell, he is kind to her, loyal, considerate, and devoted to his family, and perhaps, therefore, he can redeem some things for her.
Further, Elizabeth has never been able to step out of the shadow of the Pulitzer. As you know-and she knows-I have been an avid admirer and supporter of her work. Everyone has heard me proclaim my sincere high regard for her as an artist. I often did this publicly. But she has published two brilliant novels since she's been with me and neither has gotten anywhere near the recognition that they richly deserve. That made it harder and harder for her to live with the ongoing praise and opportunity that flows to a Pulitzer winner. Not because of jealousy. She has always been very happy for me. But the multitude of small reflections of regard that came my way inevitably threw a spotlight on the absence of those expressions of regard for her. She felt as if she was failing as a writer.
Then, in March, she nearly died from an intestinal blockage in Argentina while on a trip with Ted. The trauma of that led her further to profoundly question her own identity. It became clear to her that the only way she can truly find herself is by making this change in her life.
She will not be Ted's only girlfriend. Ted is permanently and avowedly non-monogamous. But though he has several girlfriends, it is a very small number, and he does not take them up lightly and he gives them his absolute support when he does. And Elizabeth's leaving me is as much about the three weeks a month she is alone as it is about the week a month she is with Ted. She will find her own space and her own light in which to create the great works of art she is destined to create.
I will keep my house. I will keep my dogs and cats. I will keep virtually everything. She is being characteristically generous about that. But I will lose Elizabeth. And that is very sad. But the loss has been happening through many years of our shared struggle to make her whole. In that, I've done all I can do, as has she. I wish her the best. I ask you not to think ill of her in any way.
Elizabeth and I will now conduct ourselves as if this is public knowledge. So as I suggested at the outset, you need not keep this to yourself, if the occasion arises to speak of it to someone. This is best anyway, since I am not up to the task of telling this story over and over.
I have a high regard and affection for the students in our program. I hope this will help them sort out this rather intense story in an appropriate way.
Best,
Bob Butler









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Please hand this over to Balk to do his own version. Though I doubt he could get more bizarre.
This guy reeks of co-dependency. "Our shared struggle to make her whole?" Or maybe he's just hoping for "Ted" to break him off some.
What a fucking pussy.
O.M.G. If that e-mail doesn't win a Pulitzer of its own, the prize has lost its meaning.
A Pulitzer worthy email for something that's just yuck. BTW, can Ted Turner still set his sails?
...The best part is the unreliable narrator.
They live in TALLAHASSEE. Have you been to Tallahasse? Hell, I'd fuck Ted rather than live there...
"But though he has several girlfriends, it is a very small number"
Give this man another Pulitzer. RIGHT NOW.
This is hands down the weirdest fucking letter I have ever read. It's beyond...well whatever. My mind is blown. Every sentence somehow out-weirds the previous one. Dear god.
Their next novels are going to be either pissers, or just pissing and moaning.
Dude, the whole point of email is to streamline:
She was raped.
I write good. She jellus.
She's with money now.
I keep cats.
Teh end.
Goddammit, someone give me tenure.
P.S. You may be wondering, 'But Bob? What will you do? Will you love again?' And I have an answer to that. I've made it my new life's goal to pursue, with dogged diligence and persistence, that nubile, Cong-tinted enigma, Jane Fonda. I will start by courting her most famous friends, Jennifer Lopez and Wanda Sykes. From there I will search far and wide for Golden Pond, going so far as to exhume the corpse of Katherine Hepburn, who holds an ancient map to the storied place in a locket 'round her neck. I will follow this woman to the ends of the earth, as Frankenstein after his Monster (in Law.) For you see, I was once molested by Lillian Hellman, and I fell only this will correct the problem.
Best again,
Batshit McGee.
You had me at intestinal blockage.
I shudder to think what she was like prior to this marriage, if "emotionally healthy" = willing to be part of Big Love, the reality show.
Then, in March, she nearly died from an intestinal blockage in Argentina while on a trip with Ted.
Seriously, dude, you are a fucking pussy, but this is hilarious.
From Pulitzer to writing a spec script for Big Love? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
This explains so much about why people have turned away from literary fiction. Bob Butler, why don't you just write a memoir and call it a novel? Or was that vice versa? See? People like you and La Dewberry have got me all confused...
I like how he claims they remain the best of friends, yet compares her new boyfriend to her abusing grandfather (and lets us know that he has other girlfriends), reminds her that she's never gotten a Pulitzer, and adds that he's done everything he could for her and she obviously is still nuts. Plus she had an intestinal blockage! Then he sews it up by saying "I ask you not to think ill of her in any way." Seriously, what would he have written if he wanted us to think ill of her?
@Scooter34: Always a bridesmaid with my comments. Dammit, I've got to hit the gym or something.
Whole point of this email: "Crazy bitch left me but don't forget I won a Pulitzer, which I keep on my mantel next to a plaster cast of my balls, which she fed to the cats."
"I have a high regard and affection for the students in our program. I hope this will help them sort out this rather intense story in an appropriate way."
Elizabeth and I love you all very, very much, and want you to know that this is not your fault. Sometimes, mommies and daddies don't love each other anymore. It doesn't mean we love you any less.
"It is very common for a woman to be drawn to men who remind them of their childhood abusers. Ted is such a man...
"And fuck you, Elizabeth, fuck you [wipes tears with sleeve while making sure office door is open for sexually available grad student]..."
Now see Holly Peterson, THAT'S how you tell a story.
There's bound to be a follow up letter...somebody who is this much of a wuss can't keep it bottled up.
so if you visit [www.amazon.com] you'll find a autobiographical blurb of doucheberry. it's quite astonishing. and one of her recent novels is called "his lovely wife," as in "meet robert-puliter-butler and his lovely wife."
ted turner is a masochist.
@Clarence Rosario: Well, for women, quick is usually good. I'm highly valued in certain circles.
Here you go folks: the chinless wonder
[www.english.fsu.edu]
Her 2006 novel His Lovely Wife is about a woman who's unhappily married to a brilliant, emotionally remote Nobel Prize-winning scientist. Sounds like a clue to me....
@unutterable: "She has signed a contract with Colossal Vulgar Publicorp to write the first three books in their new young-adult fiction series. I believe the first will be entitled Lucy Vuitton and Me. The MS. has to be delivered in two weeks, so I expect she won't have time for the lapidary correspondence that many of her friends may be used to, but I expect the weekends in Tuscany will make up for it."
And to think it all could have been avoided with roses and Kaopectate.
"insane insane INSANE" or GENIUS!
And I thought Hef's brothel was gross. Way to continue the cycle of abuse girl!
"For the sake of clarification, let me tel everyone that after I built her up from a quivering mass of Carrie-esque rejection issues, my traumatized basketcase of a wife has left me following a romantic South American bowel disaster to join the harem of potentialy-abusive Ted Turner, leaving me with all of our posessions and my Pulitzer, which she will probably miss the most as it will be the last one she'll ever see in any home of hers. Love 'em to bits, Rob"
I guess Gawker must remind me of my childhood abuser.
He buried the lede: "I will keep my dogs and cats."
She's obviously counting on the fact that she'll be able to put together some Pulitzer winning material. Well, that, and she must have been sick of Bob's whining.
I don't know him and I haven't read his work (bad, bad creative writing graduate that I am), but I'm willing to give him a mulligan for writing a weird letter under the weirder and more painful circumstances.
Besides, since there doesn't seem to be a public history of douchebaggery on his part, kicking him while he's down just isn't much fun. Would that it had been someone else for that reason.
For once in my life, I am glad that I majored in creative writing, where I was forced to read this man's work. I think he wrote some shit about birds, spandrels, a glass house, a cathedral, I-don't-fucking-know--all the white dudes blend together with the two black chicks and the one Hispanic guy and the random gays so that I firmly believe that Raymond Carver was raped by Maya Angelou's stepdaddy while Junot Diaz made out with Michel Foucault in the Panopticon. The point: Robert Olen Butler entertained me more in the three minutes it took to read this e-mail than in the six (I'm an underachiever) years it took me to get my B.A. Amazing.
@irishbreakfast:
...and the whore of Babylon
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You all are totally missing the point: Pulitzer-winning cock be freed up for some undergrad poontang. Y'all tell your students. Big racks considered first. Get me some nubile. Now!
@DirtyWilliamCash: "You can email me at elizabethdewberry@earthlink.net to set up a time, and when you're ready, call me and put me on speakerphone and I'll try to be charming. I've never done this before, but I think it would be fun." Is Gawker going to take up her offer? (And is this how she met Ted?)
@LolCait:
I especially like how he throws those sly Pulitzer references in there...
I can't believe how much this douche namechecks the fucking award he didn't even deserve to win. It's just like every self-described "Ivy Leaguer" being a Cornell alum. Also, for the record,
"From all that I can tell, he is kind to her, loyal, considerate, and devoted to his family, and perhaps, therefore, he can redeem some things for her."
has seven commas, two ands, and two unbelievably snide backhanded compliments.
@LolCait: Can we get married? Please? In Vermont or wherever it has to happen, but can we just do this thing? Because I think I love you, LolCait. I really do.
And they say men can't do passive-aggressive as well as women.
@MadameEducatrix: "A lovely young lady with long, blonde hair and dressed in a black jumpsuit and heels stands before us, reading from her latest fictional novel."
A. Black. Jumpsuit.
Can I option the film rights?
This is totally inappropriate. It is proper to share this kind of personal information in an annual Christmas letter.
@GinaRomantica: No. That's way to rational a response for someone like Bob. He's more likely to blame himself for years and every morning shake out a bowl of Iam's for breakfast without even realizing he's not tasting Grape Nuts.
This was all written on post-it notes, right?
I love the tags for this story. Brilliant!
P.P.S. I have offered Elizabeth the rights to use this letter as a blurb for the jacket of her next book. (I'm tight with the Pulitzer people, and...wait, I can't remember if I mentioned that earlier.)
Dewberry was a notorious starfucker before marrying the talented Martian Robert Olen Butler. She is well known in Southern literary circles as the writer most likely to throw a hissy fit or a crying jag at the slightest non-provocation. (She bawled like a baby on a panel about the use of "white trash" as an idea, mistaking the subject of the panel for an actual slur against her, begging people to quit calling her white trash when no one, in fact, was.) She may have faded in the shadow of the Pulitzer, or however Butler puts it, but that didn't stop her from throwing herself around and demanding favors as if she were the Pulitzer winner herself. Her novels have been messy, over-reaching disasters, including (ahem), His Lovely Wife.
She has often treated Butler like shit. Good riddance.
I'm usually not a very religious person but tonight I'm praying as hard as I can that Elizabeth will respond via a Modern Love column.
@ellagood: Cocktail napkins.
15 female grad students just wiped enough tears from their eyes to make it down to the open office hours . They will then throw their arms around Prof. Butlers head and bury him in their sobbing bosoms. He will