Monday, July 26, 2010
Oh, Foul Calumny!
Okay, okay, okay. It's time to take this blog back from the asylum inmates. I had no idea last week, when I posted my review of the book The Dogs Who Found Me, that I would provoke such a poop-storm of controversy, both online and at Dog Park. First, some thanks are in order.
Thanks to "Ken," presumed author of the book, for leaving a comment that stated the blindingly obvious: "This review says more about you than it does about my book." Snap! If I may respond: No, duh. I think that in my entry I made my biases perfectly clear: I like books that are smart, funny, ironic, and well written. Ergo, yours didn't move me. Better luck next time. (If I may offer a bit of advice: Before you write your next memoir, take a look at Mary Karr's Lit. It's brilliant, poetic, funny, compelling, and insightful. Try that.) But thanks for jumpstarting the comments.
Also, thanks to Teddy and his alter ego Tex for your comments. I think now you understand how tough it can be to write the funny bits.
To Grumpy Broad, I say thank you for standing up for a blogger chick's right to not like a book. (You have learned well from the master—Judge Judy.)
Finally, thanks to my loyal readers and regular commenters, especially Mixette and Cranky Girl. When I write this blog, I never assume that more than five people will read it. Heck, my mother doesn't even read this blog. So I am always gratified when people respond to my posts in person at Dog Park or online--even when they are busting my chops.
Stay cool everybody. -z