An amusing little book (my favourite kind) about a writer who tumbles into hard times and low-end forgery. The trajectory goes successful biographer rushed book which fails too much time off neither the skills nor the disposition to do anything else suddenly an older woman living alone with her cat looming homelessness desperate, tentative first acts of literary forgery full-time fraud detection and capture Really, the whole affair was just another form of unauthorized biography, only with more inhabiting of character. And the book has the prank-ish tone of someone who touched bottom, behaved badly but came out in the sun in the end. * * * * * The Michael Jackson nonsense is dying down more quickly than I expected. Honestly, when I came home from work that day and C told me, my first reaction was that it was probably one of the better outcomes he could hope for, as opposed to having his face fall off a couple years from now. If fame has an arc then Michael was a meteor. * * * *
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