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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.
Happy Birthday!
Posted by: Gary | September 25, 2009 at 04:58 PM
The nice thing about aging is that in 10 years you'll back on yourself now and say, "Oh man, I was so young then!"
Posted by: Niall | September 25, 2009 at 05:20 PM