So, another memoir is completely faked. Why did the author have to be a writer from my town, claiming to have gone to my school?
Other things I’ve been reading today:
“What Would Alex Keaton Do?” at the New York Times, (which makes me wonder: shouldn’t it be Alex P. Keaton?).
And, every day lately, I have read and enjoyed and wondered about and over Garfield Minus Garfield:
Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolor disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against lonliness in a quiet American suburb.
Oh, I saw Vantage Point over the weekend. Entertaining — the car chase in particular — but Dennis Quaid still, I think, needs a better agent, or at least one that reads more than coverage. I can see how this all sounded high-concept and cool on paper, but the execution (and the dialogue, oh, God, the dialogue) made it a puff piece at best, a troubling exploitation of terror at worst.