A Dizzy Whore 1804
Yesterday I read a manuscript by a writer who may, in fact, be more obsessed with piss and shit than even James Joyce. And I love that pretentious emo dead Irish bastard. (Me and about three other people: my friend Kristine, my houseguest Russ–who is now famous on the internet, and Lou Reed Girlfriend.)
In attempt help to reduce the stack of requested partials for my friend and fellow intern Jess, I went through and picked out a few to read. The agent she works for represents primarily science-fiction and fantasy (with a lot of fantastic authors whom I adore), so it was nice to read in a genre other than thrillers or literary fiction for a change. Jess gave me my pick of the stack and as I scanned the queries attached, I found myself almost involuntarily “automatically” skipping anything “high fantasy.”
