Party Over Here Ain't Shit Over There

Setting up the new speakers last night proved to be so taxing that we fell asleep around 9 pm. Weak. So that means I was awake at 8 this Sunday morning with little to do other than read the Times. I was, of course, faced with this article: A Literary Life Born of Brutality.

I love hoaxes. They remind me simultaneously that humanity isn't as bad as I think it is and that, on the other hand, people are assholes. Two of my favorites are the cases of Anthony Godby-Johnson and Kaycee Nicole.

And I very much consider JT LeRoy to be a hoax. Sure, maybe someone exists named JT LeRoy. Maybe "he" is even the person in those photos. But no one has ever offered any proof that a) he is the person who wrote Sarah and the Heart is Deceitful... (both of which I enjoyed, incidentally) or that b) anything those stories is true. And yet folks wanna believe in him so bad that they overlook the fact that most of LeRoy's biggest proponents haven't even met him. Now that he's in the Styles section of the Times, I believe even less that he exists. No one featured in the Styles section is real, as we all know.

Speaking of hoaxes, I'm really enjoying We Eat So Many Shrimp, which is waaaay better than the erstwhile Some Blogs Are Better than Others.