Friday, June 4, 2010

It's Official:

The world now has one too many memoirs of the Middle East Experience written by a Western journalist or aid worker... which is a pity because whether or not they are worthy, well written, important documents or a combination of all 3, nobody actually wants to read them. Trust me, in 3-6 months from now I will be one of the poor suckers pulling the stickers off and sending them back to the publishers to be pulped.

Teetering Precariously On The Brink Of Too Many: Muslim women speaking out.

So Far Beyond Ridiculous And Through The Other Side That It Has Created It's Own Genre And Booksellers No Longer Even Bother To Cringe When A New One Arrives: Women who move to Italy or France.

3 comments:

Juice Bar said...

Your addition to the genre should be a year spent reading a book a week in the vein of 'a divorced woman's journey to French love through croissants on the Left Bank/Italian passion through olive oil in a small stone cucina' and then blogging about it.

After, write a novel charting your own corresponding journey to happiness through the blog, which will then become a major motion picture starring Meryl Streep or possibly Penelope Cruz.

Later, you can split the profits with me. I've also got some draft words for you to use in the book to reflect my swarthy good looks and helpful guidance.

Felix for Zosia said...

Will you marry me so that I can divorce you?

My Dragonfly said...

Then you can spend some time in India and find your true self:-)