When did writers start being brands? This question led me through a maze of other squirrely musings. If you write a memoir, are you forever a memoirist? What happens if a thriller writer dares to try his hand at romance?
It would be as comforting as it is infuriating to believe that, but I'm not so sure. It's not so much that Jonathan Franzen is eating my lunch, I'm afraid, as that he's eating the lunch I should be eating, could be eating, but, through my own damn fault, have not been freaking eating.