Brevity comments on a New York Review of Books essay which criticizes memoir-writing. The complaint comes out: “Are you coming into the house of narrative through the back door because the back door is where the money is?” While Brevity gives its own argument against this complaint, I have to ask why a talented writer who can make money from a book shouldn’t try to? If it’s true that memoirs is just money-making non-fiction, why shouldn’t a good writer work on one? (via Books, Inq.)
You have to ask why Profit is Evil? Off to the re-education camps with you.