San Francisco, 1998 : With the adorable and absurdly talented author / spoken word performer and actress Beth Lisick, at a private event sponsored by Esquire magazine.
Except, hold up. That sounds pretenshy as sweet F.A.; doesn’t it? I might as well be speaking through clenched teeth, carelessly tacking “sweetie” and “darling” onto otherwise innocent phrases.
Hence, Second attempt : Slated and duly noted. Significance of aforementioned soirée? Miss Lisick and I weren’t guests, but rather the hired talent. Ratchets the surreal factor way Richter — at least as far as I’m concerned — because I’m like … me. So loaded, that italicized little word, and with so much implicit / implied. However, in the event you’ve chanced upon this post and know nothing of this first-person singular nominative case personal pronoun? Sparing the exhaustive-to-the-brink-of-Sominexy details, think as in : guy who’s not so very like a guy. As in : so not very, Mary.
At any rate, Beth was the consummate pro she always is; neither the Esquire folks nor party attendees pelted me with olives, and all of nostalgia’s grand palaver leads us up to news of the present tense.
That’s right, kids. By performance, the implication was spoken word; spoken word, the connotation involving written text; text, well … Incidentally, Miss Lisick’s latest memoir Yokohama Threeway was released just last week via Sister Spit Books : an imprint of the venerable City Lights, where author, fascinatrix, co-founder of Sister Spit literary performance cabaret, artistic director / founder of RADAR Productions, cult icon, tarot card reader extraordinaire, and one of my favorite people on the planet — Michelle Tea — has been appointed at the helm. Although, really : I mean … Who else? ♥
Rhetorical is rhetorical. Darling.
Alright, then. Here’s a bit of Command + C, Command + V about Beth’s new book. [ If you’ll kindly excuse me, I’m off to order it! ]
"Peering into life’s cringe-worthy moments, best-selling author Beth Lisick excavates territory that most would rather ignore. Funny, odd, deeply personal, yet somehow universal, these are the kind of memories that haunt us all, the small, awful moments of shame and humiliation that we’d rather forget than relive.
Beth Lisick has made a career of opening her life to her readers in all of its messy, smart hilarity, but this type of story doesn’t usually find its way into a memoir. With her trademark humor and sly intelligence, writing in short flashes the way these episodes tend to pop up in memory, Lisick recounts her most embarrassing moments with gusto. From a trick she played on a neighbor thirty years ago to what she accidentally blurted out at last night’s dinner party, she explores the bad judgments and free-floating regrets that keep her up at night, and the result is a daring, candid and wickedly funny collection of embarrassment embraced, the triumph of humor and perspective over everyday mortification.”
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- forprancyboys said: This is cool, but also…..YOUR WRITING, Clint. Share more of it with us. DARLING ;)
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