I didn’t write the book because the thought of it made me feel vaguely ill at all times. Even when I wasn’t thinking about it directly I was thinking about it. None of the thoughts were good.
I didn’t write the book because it was a book about betrayal that could only be facilitated by my betrayal of other people, many of whom had already been betrayed. This wouldn’t have been a clever metatextual commentary on the nature of betrayal; it would have just been really quite mean of me, and sad.
I didn’t write the book because I thought that in the end it would not [...]
Composer and East Village legend Philip Glass has sold a memoir, to Norton's Liveright & Company. Word on the street has it that the text is extremely repetitive but amazingly modulated. (Alternate joke: his studio staff is just going to run around the office and pick up a bunch of scraps he's left behind and stitch them into a complete manuscript. (Well? God bless!)) No but seriously, love you, Mr. Glass!
This morning the New York Times hinted that Dick Cheney was still working on his memoir, even while he decides whether to get a heart transplant. Well, that makes sense: because while it was originally slated for this spring, we've learned that Dick Cheney's memoir will now not arrive until August 30th of this year. Cheney will find himself in good company. Other books from the Simon and Schuster imprint, Threshold Editions, to be released this year include, in July, Pamela Geller's The Post-American Presidency, which "critically examines the Obama administration’s ominous and revealing moves against our basic freedoms, particularly as he seizes control of the three [...]
I just couldn't stop myself. I knew that after the third or fourth page, I'd feel sickened, queasy. Paranoid even. Reading the drug memoir would make me not only feel rotten inside, but I'd keep looking over my shoulder as I huffed down each page, convinced that strangers were watching me, judging me, mocking me. They probably were. And it wasn't just the terrible use of present tense. But I just couldn't get enough. I'd done it before. I've missed first-class flights to Europe, and quit my job on a whim, and had sex with cab drivers and even hung out with black people just to read more $350,000-advance memoirs [...]
Once upon a time, our pal Julie Klausner went on a date with a man she'll call "Rob." This relationship is among quite a few quite vividly covered in her new nonfiction book, I Don't Care About Your Band, which is out today. Just now! This is where you can buy it on Amazon. Go ahead, we'll wait. You should know that this book's subtitle is "What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I've Dated." Highly descriptive, and also accurate! Anyway, back to Rob. We were quite taken with this excerpt because she manages to both memoir and [...]