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A Writer Paris is Not. Check Out My Dog.
June 28, 2007
So, there I am, watching Larry King, working on a Maker's and waiting for the Paris interview to stop sucking. As you'll recall, it took a while. But then she read a "note" she'd written in jail. And it was great. Great, as in: That proud look on her face--where have I seen something like that? (Oh, right: in the park the other day, this three-year-old was chasing a cockroach. He finally caught it.) Is she listening to the trite dreck dribbling out of her mouth? Is she going to cry now? No. She's not going to cry. This is boring. Oh, wait, Larry, that dirty dog, is asking her about being strip-searched. Hmm. Awful, yes. No worse than starring in a tepid sex tape, I'd think. But what do I know?
Anyway, we'll have to tide ourselves over with other prison books till her Opus hits the shelves. Here's a couple new/forthcoming ones to start with:
- Teach the Free Man -- story collection. Prison power structures are nutty!
- Inside -- PW's review of this Harcourt title is coming out in a couple weeks, so I'm not going to say anything about it other than I liked it.
- Channeling Mark Twain -- the girls of Riker's in a poetry workshop. Hot Hot Hot.
- Guantanamo -- Soft Skull imported this one from Germany. It's slim and German and takes place partially at everyone's favorite detention facility.
- The Contractor -- another one for which the review is forthcoming. It's a war-on-terror secret prison novel.
And check out my dog. Isn't she awesome?
Posted by Jonathan Segura on June 28, 2007 | Comments (8)
