There's nothing quite like a photo feature on "writers' unruly manes" to directly feed one's own insecurity about thinning hair ... assuming, you know, one suffered from such an insecurity.
(One does.)
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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.
I thought the piece was hilarious -- but much too one-sided and created a post that looked at unruly manes among writers of both genders.
Posted by: Midori | July 13, 2011 at 09:16 AM