Yesterday I finished reading DEAR DIARY by Lesley Arfin. I don't know why I read it. It was a vapid, self-indulgent tell-all written for teenaged girls that was not at all shocking, self-deprecating, or interesting even. I thought it might get somewhere interesting (maybe like GO ASK ALICE, which is also written for teenaged girls but is much more forthright), but it was just a rich girl from Jersey whining about how hard it was to spend all her parents' money on heroin while partying in New York for a few years.
And the worst part is that now she's profiting from it. She got published through her junkie douchebag connections at Vice and has her face plastered on the cover.
Then Chloe Sevigny writes the intro. Chloe Sevigny who got famous because she hung out with Harmony Korine at Washington Square Park doing drugs and skateboarding. WHAT THE HELL?!
I guess I'll just stop trying, go on welfare, smoke crack, get real skinny, sell drugs, steal, lie, and hang out in New York til I get rich and famous.
Actually that sounds like fun.
Labels: BAD DOG, BOOKS MOVIES AND OTHER CULTURALISTICALITIES, MAYBE THE FUTURE WILL BE BETTER, NARCISSISM
POSTED BY GRAYDON AT 11/07/2007 -
5 Comments:
how convenient. i'm driving to nyc next week. your job is to find us a dealer, then.
8:10 PM
i'm good at finding dealers. "The scary straight guy in the baggy white shorts under the red light at the back of the gay club." right?
11:42 PM
I've read a lot of negative reviews about this book. Sigh. Remember Judy Blume?
10:58 AM
i read it hoping it'd be a modern day christiane f but it didn't breathe close.
8:21 PM
kinga, welcome, i'm honoured.
if i'd only known that writing about heroin would warrant so many comments i would've started earlier.
writing about it that is...
i haven't read wir kinder, but i think i'll skip it for now. i'm gonna go cold turkey on junkies.
12:46 AM
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