There's an old political adage that there's no need to attack your opponent when he's busy committing suicide. Which is why we don't have a whole lot to say about the extraordinary self-delusion displayed by Kate Braverman in today's Los Angeles Times.
"I'm not just another writer. I don't think people understand my relationship with this city, and they don't understand what I've achieved," Braverman declares, as she sits in Guelaguetza, the Oaxacan mole mecca, near her childhood haunts in Mar Vista.
She's dressed in a black flamenco-style skirt, with black-stiletto-heeled boots, and a long black coat with flame-red trim — a style the San Francisco Chronicle described as "Morticia Addams gone gypsy." Her eyelids and earrings are dusted with gold.
"There is not another woman writer in Southern California who sits between Bellow and Conrad [TEV NOTE: We assume she means alphabetically.] next to Hemingway and Kafka. I have the most literary stature, certainly, of any woman in Southern California," Braverman says — a view that might not be held by fans of such writers as Joan Didion, Carolyn See or Alice Sebold.
Braverman is clearly a graduate of the Dale Peck School of Headline Grabbing. Well, at least we all have someone new to laugh at for a while.