I have a sore throat and I'm grumpy. It's not all sunshine and orange blossoms here in Hollywood, you know.
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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.
Just remember Pliny the Younger's dictum: We are never so virtuous as when we are sick.
Posted by: Niall | December 17, 2009 at 04:41 PM