On that awesome book review written by that one guy's ex-girlfriend
I still think the review should never have been published. It opens the door—especially because so many people think it’s so great—for Ad Hominem attacks on every novel, movie and restaurant review. Is there anyone less objective then an ex? What do I care if the ex of a writer is conflicted about the novel? It’s a distraction and it’s irrelevant.
Hey, Skybarn, you wouldn’t happen to be a dude, would you? If some editor had gotten Carl Bernstein to review I Feel Bad About My Neck in the grand tradition of Nelson Algren’s hit piece on Simone de Beauvoir in Harper’s… well that guy would probably be an asshole, but I’d like, totally click.
