Friday, March 28, 2008
The literary world's got their fingers pointing to a small town on the West Coast. Knowing that dear town as I do, I can't say that I'm surprised to learn that it turned out a contributor to the great memoir-faking hullabaloo. They do lots of funny and plenty of stupid things there. Being attached to that dear town as I am, I'm immediately inclined to defend its produce and write the whole thing off as a silly hippie prank. But upon serious thought, I just really think there's no excuse for this. Write it, fine, but please call it a novel, not a memoir.