Monday, November 3, 2008

met the author before I read the memoir

I advise against it.  Now I can't shoo away the image of the adult man who spoke to my class as I'm reading and it's really a distracting experience.  
A jacket quip says he's the "David Sedaris of nature writing" or something and I was all like "pshaw" but his style is really pleasantly similar (anecdotal and self-deprecating with a taste of 21st century fantasy jump-cuts), just not as dirty as I like, probably.

I'm calming down, I was a bit of a mess earlier.  

1 comment:

K.J. Hascall said...

All I could think after he came to our class was how much I wanted to be in a class he taught.