The scholarly and professional styles that earned you good grades and your way up the ladder won't win the hearts of readers of fiction or memoir. These readers are looking for the real deal. These readers want the feral you, the wild you that answers to no one.
Sedaris had everyone in the entire theatre shaking in their seats and rapidly dying of uncontrollable laughter. I could see it then, a headline reading "American Humor Writer Kills Palm Desert Retirees."
Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert were on vacation, but Conan O'Brien in particular picked up the slack, not only having a great week on his own show, but also popping up in New York on Letterman to lay into Jay Leno in a way he hasn't done since everything went down more than two years ago.
What is especially exciting is that the rationale for the Center has little to do with the millions of people who travel to Las Vegas every year to enjoy the hotels, gambling and shows for which Las Vegas has become famous.
Can a writer working in the realm of nonfiction ever change the facts because he's Making Art or Delivering an Important Message? The view of basically every respected journalist is Hell No. But a new book takes the opposite view.
Imagine sipping a latte at your local coffee shop, and some crazy dude in the rest room throws open the door and hollers for more toilet paper. He's perched on the bowl, hairy legs spread apart. What would you do?
I once slept with a man because he gave me a copy of Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Before you judge me, read the book. It's lyrical and seductive and changes the way you think about reality, about life.