Le maudit Mo D.

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This is the kind of writing I hate.

For masturbation, I prefer a sturdy and sensible Hitachi Magic Wand, not this art-school jackoff drivel. Her grandiose description of "The rain fell..." is what I expect that from a goth-leaning high school sophomore, not an author who gets reviewed in the Times. These types of standards are what has kept me out of MFA programs.

And the author photo clearly shows a woman distraught over traumatic intercourse, shunned by her lover, bloated with tears, and feigning shock that a photographer has apppeared, so she pretends to look "deep," as if she experiences life with an intensity that I cannot fathom.

Perhaps I should aim to be the Playa Hater of the literary world, although the Times reviewer gently skewered this author with great aplomb.