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"I suppose it can be hard to write about a writer who focuses on seemingly autobiographical stories of sex work and drama without making a value judgment about the writer. But, Jesus, if you’re setting out to hate on Calloway, wouldn’t it be more satisfying to attack her on the basis of her actual writing, of the statement she’s making, rather than just calling her names and engaging in attacks on her lifestyle? Or maybe the problem is that they can’t do that: Calloway is a strong writer. She’s not for everyone,but if you read to have a visceral emotional response to a text, this is a text that you’ll definitely emotionally respond to. Calloway portrays herself as an attention-seeker, as a self-hater, as a poseur: “I felt embarrassed that he knew I was from Las Vegas. Whenever anyone asked me where I was from, I always lied and said I was from Portland or Los Angeles. I felt like now I was at a disadvantage, like a hole had been torn in the image I wanted to present of myself.” The sentences aren’t beautiful, but they flow easily from one to the next to build a concrete image. It’s a perfectly captured internal life: Contradictory, maddening, maudlin, desperate, pleased, pleasure-seeking. Maybe that’s got something to do with the nasty responses Calloway generates: If you’re not happy living with the mess in your own head, chances are you’ll hate living with the voices in Calloway’s head."
— The Purpose Marie Calloway Serves In Your Life by Paul Constant (via muumuuhouse)