Lying
Lauren Slater
This was loopy and odd and I rolled my eyes a lot at poor Lauren Slater and the way she may or may not be lying about things that may or may not be true or maybe possibly false and always metaphorical. She was too metaphorical for me. Too something. She was trying to do something interesting, tell an allegory, a fable, about her own life, but I ended up not caring at all - this felt dusty and strange and unpleasant.
And I am starting to think I am simply not a memoir-reader because they are much too self-indulgent in their grasping towards literariness and poetry and I don't know, postmodernism. Which is funny, you see, because I read online journals. But only the ones that don't suck.
This was loopy and odd and I rolled my eyes a lot at poor Lauren Slater and the way she may or may not be lying about things that may or may not be true or maybe possibly false and always metaphorical. She was too metaphorical for me. Too something. She was trying to do something interesting, tell an allegory, a fable, about her own life, but I ended up not caring at all - this felt dusty and strange and unpleasant.
And I am starting to think I am simply not a memoir-reader because they are much too self-indulgent in their grasping towards literariness and poetry and I don't know, postmodernism. Which is funny, you see, because I read online journals. But only the ones that don't suck.
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