The Source of Discomfort
We went into this article on the woefully misnamed dick lit (woefully misnamed because, well, we expect it to be about private detectives; plus, we were rooting for lad lit simply because no male we know will pick up a book marketed as such) fairly certain it would be yet another been there, done that story. You know. Where men write books in an attempt to emulate the wild success of books written by women. Because, as Russell Smith helpfully notes, it’s all about fitting Tab A into Slot B — though, as we all know, high jinks will ensue […]
