Here’s a sign that the feces-slinging partisan playpen that is the Internet is getting to you: I caught myself feeling decidedly strange as I made plans to write this tandem review of an essay collection by Andy Nowicki—a devout Catholic—and Valencia, an autobiographical novel by James Nulick, whose protagonist catches AIDS during a gay-sex-and-crack binge.
“Who’s going to want to read about both of them?” said my stupid brain. (more…)