Wednesday, October 16, 2002

There's a an abridged version of that Lenny Bruce shtick in the front of The Autograph Man which I'm finding it really hard to get into. Dunno why.

But here's what I've learned. Zadie dedicated the book to Mark Andrusier, an autograph dealer who lives in NW2. So, er, it might not be exactly fiction. There's some kind of kabbalistic context to it, but - in common with most things twentry-first century - it's all marketing, no substance. I mean, she's not exactly the Alter Rebbe, is she? She went to the Hawthorn Retreat for Writers whilst writing this.

OK, OK. This is what I do. Research. Read around the subject. Google. I need to get on with stuff.

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