Writers: Why I Love them Deeply Even Though They... →
This is a pretty good expression of my deep and complicated love for writers (or artists in general, really): he hits both the inspiring passion and the self-absorbed arrogance with pitch perfection.
More Angsty Bi-Racial Literature →
One of these days I’ll figure out why these fraught identity novels bug me so much (I’m still irked about Caucasia). I guess I shouldn’t pass judgment before reading this one, but judging from the quotes in the review, it’s just as un-subtle as Caucasia was.