Honestly, Hoffman dug her own grave with the phone number post. No writer of more than modest gifts would resort to that kind of silly-ass, fourth-grade bitchiness if she could string together a few sentences' worth of decent invective.
@CaptainFantastic: Yes, agreed; there are many ways to get your ya-yas out, as we used to say back in the day. Shooting a book is a fairly benign one. Just don't wave that thing at me!
I now feel completely justified in believing her writing is total crap and I can tell my friends who recommend her books without hesitation that they are morons.
@Limitedappeal: If you'll indulge me here, I think Lady GaGa provides a valuable service to the world at large. That is to say, she's a very potent reverse-IQ test. You can very easily and reliably ascertain the depth of someone's stupidity by figuring out whether or not they listen to, much less claim to enjoy, the work of Lady GaGa. I can't tell you how many second dates the GaGa Test has gotten me out of. And yes, we're pretending that it was my choice here.
Oh, so THAT's your excuse? Brilliant! It's as if you're arguing here that this was a crime of passion, and that you should be tried in the court of public opinion on a charge of manslaughter, in lieu homicide.
Sorry, toots. You're an adult. Unless you were drunky-high at the keyboard, there is no excuse for blasting 25+ tweets into the ether berating a reviewer. Thankfully, the current media news cycle has the attention span of a gnat, so you can rejoice in the fact that SOMEONE will ef up shortly, and you'll be left alone.
Cheerios!
PS: You know what else? Can you imagine someone like Rimbaud giving the proverbial two sh*ts or a f*ck about what his CRITICS said? Man, I miss those balls-out, full-on literary freaks who just did their thing, period.
@snugbug: But some of us can easily imagine how this is analogous to a crime of passion, snugbug.
It often takes a while to construct a statement or analysis that one really means to stand behind. With that in mind, I figure everyone gets a 24-hour grace period for first-draft thoughts, which can be discarded or disowned at whim. Such an approach would work wonders in bringing sanity to this situation, wouldn't it?
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I have nothing to say about all the other books discussed on this topic, but The Sportswriter is worth defending -- with small arms if necessary.
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Must have been the Mississippi coming out of him.
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Oh, so THAT's your excuse? Brilliant! It's as if you're arguing here that this was a crime of passion, and that you should be tried in the court of public opinion on a charge of manslaughter, in lieu homicide.
Sorry, toots. You're an adult. Unless you were drunky-high at the keyboard, there is no excuse for blasting 25+ tweets into the ether berating a reviewer. Thankfully, the current media news cycle has the attention span of a gnat, so you can rejoice in the fact that SOMEONE will ef up shortly, and you'll be left alone.
Cheerios!
PS: You know what else? Can you imagine someone like Rimbaud giving the proverbial two sh*ts or a f*ck about what his CRITICS said? Man, I miss those balls-out, full-on literary freaks who just did their thing, period.
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It often takes a while to construct a statement or analysis that one really means to stand behind. With that in mind, I figure everyone gets a 24-hour grace period for first-draft thoughts, which can be discarded or disowned at whim. Such an approach would work wonders in bringing sanity to this situation, wouldn't it?
I mean, they're just tweets.
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Ch-ch-ch-changes...