Shamelessly Intriguing
Tao Lin (depending on who you ask, he the by-bootstrap-picker-upper or he the self-aggrandizing imp putting annoying stickers all over New York) is selling a grab bag of his drafts, signed books with writer’s edits, a journal, a t-shirt, drawings, and various other questionably valuable ephemera from his short career.
Is this stuff really worth anything? Should I make a bid because it could be like finding a Pollack at a garage sale?
Is Tao Lin the Tila Tequila of new-lit? His writing isn’t bad, maybe too “ho-hum lookame” avant for my taste, maybe too burdened by its creator’s self-promo. He did use the word ‘mote’ in a short story I read, and I love that word.
So, is Tao Lin promoting a successful brand, or what?
7:27pm, June 18th
