I get the mass e-mails from Borders about upcoming sales. This just came through:
I don’t even know what to do with this. It’s like the rumored Dick Cheney autobiography. Do I want to read it? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Not for information — I wouldn’t believe anything I read in it anyway, and I’m not the audience that’s supposed to believe it. I want to read it because I, like so many, would like an explanation. I would like an explanation, an accounting, and I would like to believe that I could read between the lines and find some grain of it.
Also, though — I don’t want to pay for it. I feel kind of terrible about that. As a writer, I know it’s hard to write a book, even if you (George W. Bush) aren’t really writing it. Somewhere behind all those words there’s a working writer, and if I’m going to read and enjoy his or her work, I should pay for it.
Yet so much of me rebels from the mere idea of providing even a penny of comfort to the George W. Bush Rewrite the Truth tour that I’m finding it hard to do that, even on a super sale like this.
The solution? Borrow it from the library, I guess, or wait for one to show up free in the mail.