Two LAist pieces on the less literary end of the scale:
- The obligatory "it's so good, no, it's unreadable dreck" James Frey conundrum piece
- A compelling look at Touch Me, I'm Sick: The 52 Creepiest Love Songs You've Ever Heard
And two more decidedly literary bits for today:
- David Shields discusses The thing about life is that one day you'll be dead on Bookworm today @ 2:30pm
- The one, the only, Michael Ondaatje is reading tonight at the Hammer Museum. Listening to him read is...heaven. The man is a poet ten times over.
UPDATE: A healthy discussion about Frey's new book is currently underway at The Elegant Variation. I am pleased to see someone else point out what irritated me most about Maslin's NYT review of the book (after I got past what Sarah Weinman perfectly described as the blatant rip-off of Kakutani's style): how dare she compare Frey's book with Charles Bock's Beautiful Children and deem Frey's somehow greater. Ugh. Bock's is an excellent book and is far more deserving of attention.
UPDATE II: Ed's Hazy Chintzy Afternoon is a must-read.
