Directory of Lost Causes

I really appreciate John Dolan taking the time to tear James Frey's A Million Little Pieces into... er... a million little pieces. Justin has made my day by sending me a link to this review. To me, James Frey represents everything that is loathsome about contemporary fiction. Anyone who has ever read his work and thought, "Wow, woo, this is some writer!" should be executed.

I really, really love the way that John Dolan begins his review, "This is the worst thing I've ever read." I wish, in fact, that I had written this review, but I was too lazy, and now it's too late.

This review seems to be composed entirely of fucking excellent one-liners (by which I mean, stand-alone sentences rather than quips, though there are some cracking quips in there, too), such as the penultimate:

And this self-aggrandizing, simple-minded, poorly observed, repetitious, maudlin drivel passes for avant-garde literature in America?

Respect! John Dolan, it's about five years late, but I salute you.