Six-Word Memoirists play The Highline Ballroom
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
A little while ago, the amazing Stephen Elliott invited SMITH to collaborate with The Rumpus and McSweeney’s on a mindblowing variety show to coincide with Book Expo America. The resulting event, You’re Not Alone, was this weekend, and it was a charming beacon of optimism in an insecure moment for the book industry.
Todd Barry and Eugene Mirman were hilarious; Matthew Caws and Amanda Palmer rocked. Anthony Swofford, Jessica Anthony, and James Hannaham represented for literature, and Amy Tan ensured none of us will ever again sign an email without an hour and a half of agonizing.
But only the Six-Word Memoirists used the word “schmorgasm.”
[...] petite, posterity. And for my efforts, I’ve been delightfully rewarded. I read my Six-Word Memoir Orgasm. Schmorgasm. A vibrator can’t spoon. on the same stage with Amy Tan. I won a dating advice book about why we don’t call bad dates back [...]
I’m sorry I missed that. Sounds like a hoot. I’ll try to get to the next one.
[...] posterity. And for my efforts, I’ve been delightfully rewarded. I read my Six-Word Memoir, Orgasm. Schmorgasm. A vibrator can’t spoon, on the same stage with Amy Tan. I won a dating advice book about why we don’t call bad dates [...]
I love the idea of a six-word memoir! Summing up your life in six words seems quite iipsosmble. Seven would be easier, but if you up it to seven, where would it end ? Anyway, I’m not sure if this is my memoir, or what I’d like to be my memoir, or simply my current definition of happiness, building, of course, on your memoir:) Here goes.Weekday adventures; lazy Sundays in bed.
That hits the target dead cetenr! Great answer!