The Year In Letters
A Scattershot Litany of Our Thoughts on Books and Stuff
Best Reason to Stop Hating on a Well-Meaning if Hopelessly Overexposed Wunderkind
Benjamin Kunkel’s essay in the July 16 New York Times Book Review asking when, exactly, it was that memoirs ceased to be meditations on lives well and fully lived, and instead gave themselves over wholly to the weepy “I was a teenaged crack-whore” racket? Which, come to think of it, is a really excellent question.
