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Among Friends
May 7, 2008
Do any of you have friends who are writers?
Then you know how complicated, difficult, worrisome it can be when one (or more) of them asks you to read something they’ve written. It’s bad enough when the book is already or about to be published and you really can’t make even the most constructive suggestions; but believe me, it’s not so easy when the book is in manuscript. Telling your friends what you really think – especially if it’s less than: “this is a masterpiece," which is really all any writer wants to hear -- is, shall we say, a bit difficult.
But sometimes, like today, it’s easy.
Two dear friends of mine are about to publish books. The first, Me of Little Faith, by Lewis Black, is what he and I decided to describe as a “memoir through religion.” (Lew and I have been friends for more than 30 years. He was the brilliant playwright for whom you had to be the one to spring for the pizza: some of the years were that lean.)
It’s funny and foul mouthed and f*&$*#-ed up; just the way millions of Lew’s fans from the Daily Show, the movies, the sold out performances nationwide, like him to be. But it also shows another side of Lew: a contemplative one. The guy may be a comic, but he’s also a mensch.
The second book I read (coming in September from S&S) last weekend is The Night of the Gun, by my former Inside.com “office husband,” David Carr. It’s a harrowing piece of journalism , best described in the subtitle “A Reporter Investigates the Darkest Story of His Life: His Own.”
Back before I knew David – and, apparently, even more recently: I do have a hazy memory of a late-night dancefest with a gang of other rowdies in Chicago in about 2004 -- he had more than a little problem with booze and drugs But while this is his memoir of that time, it avoids the traps a memoirist can get into. (See James Frey, Margaret Jones, Norma Khouri, etc) Not just memories, TNOTG also involves going back to many scenes of the many crimes and interviewing others about their memories of the same events – which, not surprisingly, were often very different from David's. His videos of those interviews and much other book related information will soon be available at NightOfTheGun.com.
Am I just saying all this nice stuff because they’re my friends? Let me put it this way: I’d say it if they weren’t my friends.
But they are. And these books are masterpieces.
Posted by Sara Nelson on May 7, 2008 | Comments (10)