August 13th, 2006



ANd in the NY Times Book Review today a notice of the second book by the former Melissa P., now granted the full name of Melissa Panarello as she is now over 18, who wrote a tell-all memoir of her sex life at 16.  Though I would think that memoirs of your sex life would be salable and publishable for almost any 16-year-old as having a certain je ne sais quoi, except je, I guess, sais quoi assez.  I remember the work of the Eragon author (Australian, no?  And the child of F/SF father?)  and it surely counts.  And yes Rimbaud.  But still under 15 is rare, rare.

Point being that the young don't know enough.  You don't need to know anything about the world to dance, or play or even compose music, or sing love songs, or even (maybe) make abstract paintings.  But you have to know something to write.  In this connection one of my favorite critical pieces tries to imagine someone who can write but knows nothing:  <>