Nick Eddy Repents, Part the First

I said something in a post last week from which one could infer that All the Sad Young Literary Men by Keith Gessen does not, in fact, blow. It does.

I have read about a third and cordially hate it. But, half-heartedness never got the dishes done, so I will try to finish it. Fortunately, I found time to read a whole Lester Bangs compendium yesterday while this piece o' shit languished. So shed no tears for me!

I do stand by Roberta Flack's "The Ballad of Sad Young Men," though.