Where the self-indulgent, creepy, pretentious things are
Dave Eggers. Karen O. Spike Jonez. Individually? Awesome. Together? If you consider Where the Wild Things Are, then they are not awesome together. They are the opposite of awesome. They are at the far end of the opposite of awesome. I’m a huge fan of McSweeney’s, would choose Maps to explain to someone what I felt like for a good part of my early twenties (I wrote a poem inspired by it, which I’ll post here later), and can actually quote parts of Being John Malkovich to you. Yes, I enjoyed the book when I was a child, but apparently not as much as these cats did — not enough to make so much of a mess out of something whose greatest strength is its simplicity.
But everybody makes mistakes.