Friday, May 16, 2008
There Are Plenty Of Men In No Man's Land, But They All Suck
For a complete and total nerd (one of the nerdiest, and I can back that up with proof), I sure know a lot of ex-stripper-writers (THREE of them, actually! Edit: and they are all awesome. Shout out to Steph!). Besides the estimable Ms. Cody, though, my best friend among 'em is the brilliant Ruth Fowler, aka "Mimi In New York" from my blogroll to your right.
Ruth is a journalist, a bon vivant, a cosmopolitan world traveler, a notorious anti-hero in her native UK, and a fucking awesome writer. I first met her when she posted a criticism of "Candy Girl" on her blog. I wrote her to tell her she was totally wrong and, unlike most people when you write them to suggest that they may, in fact, be wrong, she actually read Diablo's blog and posted a reverse opinion, which convinced me that she was a severely cool human being. Seriously -- do you know how rare that is on the internet? Go visit anybody's IMDB page and try to argue with anybody. Go on, try it. I'll wait.
I then began reading her on a regular basis, and vice-versa, and we struck up a friendship, and now we read and edit each other's stuff, which is awesome as her writing is fucking hilarious and a pleasure to read (if her screenplay doesn't sell the second it starts circulating, I will eat an entire milliners' worth of hats).
Anyway: I'm alerting you to the fact that on June 19th her book "No Man's Land" will be released, and you can now pre-order the sucker on Amazon. Its a memoir of her decadent, drug-fuelled time as a stripper in New York. It's completely awesome -- a very different read than "Candy Girl" as its far darker. No sweet, supportive husband (ha!) here: the men that tromp through "No Man's Land" are a series of cold-hearted dicks that you want to smack upside the head. There's an air of kind of beautiful desperation in the tone that makes it completely compelling, and her descriptive ability borders on the poetic.
So go pre-order it PRONTO, okay? Click the link above and spend yr. twenty bucks or whatever and I guarantee you that you will NOT regret it for a second.