The Unbearables

Um, yes, the only thing I have actually read in this is my own essay, an ill-tempered and possibly ill-advised attack on a novel by a man named Andy Greenwald called Miss Misery, which appeared about two years ago and promptly, and deservedly, sank without a trace. I had been commissioned to review the book by a Brooklyn-based arts periodical, and when I turned in a profane and violent denuciation, they promptly killed it. There it lay, forgotten, until Ron Kolm — a legendary downtown writer and poet, and my editor and friend — resuscitated it by way of inclusion in this anthology. Perhaps I will write more when I have had a chance to read the rest of the book.… (mais)