Lovely piece in the Tribune today via the Los Angeles Times on yet another memoir that turned out false. The author, Meghan Daum, asks the question whose answer has me banging my head against the wall every day:
why don’t these authors simply present their books as fiction? After all, many novels are truer than their [...]
Still Hating Memoirs
Meditations in Green
I’ve made it a bit of a personal goal to read more fiction. You are what you eat, and you write what you read, in a certain sense, and I’ve let myself get way too caught up with philosophy, criticism, and spirituality and drifted much too far from fiction.
To reinvigorate myself, I decided to [...]
