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Jun 17, 2018megan234 rated this title 1.5 out of 5 stars
Oh boy, another writer writing about a writer writing about writing. How meta. And there's death. And a dog. But maybe no death. But then, yes. And they say postmodernism is dead. If you really want to read a writer writing about a writer writing about writing, a much better choice is Richard Russo's Straight Man. Yes, there's the whole discussing one's writing students, but at least there's some humor there that's mostly absent from this novel, and Russo's novel seems to have some originality while this novel feels like I've read this thing many times before. There's a couple of dead dogs in Straight Man, too, if that's a draw. Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon has all these elements as well, also quite funny. But this novel is as unoriginal as they come. My bad for bothering to slog through it once I realized it was a pale imitation of all the other novels where writers feel obliged to talk about writing. Oh, I wish they would just stop.