The Real Thrill of a Nonfiction Tell-All
Jul. 27th, 2010 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aseIf you read, say, multiple "I was in Iraq in the Naughts" memoirs, eventually you start noticing the writers have agendas. At which point, bravo, I have rediscovered my favorite literary trope, the unreliable narrator.
This weekend's fun and sibling bonding were compounded by an absent wallet. Finally got it back today, lighter a $15 stupidity tax. Nastygraming on the carshare lost and found board is a poor reward for getting my ID, bus pass, and credit card back to me, but it's very tempting.
I am staring at a thank-you email, torn between trying to spin for the job and letting the perfunctory bits stand. Stop looking at me like that, I had no clue that "East Bay" meant "40 miles from you" when the recruiter sent my resume.
This weekend's fun and sibling bonding were compounded by an absent wallet. Finally got it back today, lighter a $15 stupidity tax. Nastygraming on the carshare lost and found board is a poor reward for getting my ID, bus pass, and credit card back to me, but it's very tempting.
I am staring at a thank-you email, torn between trying to spin for the job and letting the perfunctory bits stand. Stop looking at me like that, I had no clue that "East Bay" meant "40 miles from you" when the recruiter sent my resume.
