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In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.
You are The Major Fall My Tranny Love?
I refer you to your head, my darling. (Goddamnit, Mark -- the one on your neck!)
Posted by: Old Hag | January 29, 2004 at 08:15 PM
$&#*!*(%$#(
People visiting all day, no one says a word.
Merci. Although it actually sounds kinda fun ...
Posted by: TEV | January 29, 2004 at 09:58 PM
That's because I AM THE COPYEDITOR!!!!!! You, my friend, will have to be the tranny -- sorry.
Posted by: Old Hag | January 30, 2004 at 10:03 AM