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  <read_at>Mon Dec 26 00:00:00 -0800 2005</read_at>
  <date_added>Wed Nov 26 21:22:05 -0800 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Wed Nov 26 21:22:32 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[It's a shame Joe Eszterhas and Russell Crowe never crossed streams. The resulting throw-down of wrong-headed self-righteousness and noble savagery would have been manful and awesome and totally not gay to behold. That imaginary near-miss notwithstanding, there's enough Social Darwinist star-fucking and petty industry score-settling between the covers of Eszterhas' doorstop to offer some schadenfreudelicious pickings if you're willing to wade through the sneakily index-less, haphazardly time-shifting free-associative text. The chapters recounting Eszterhas' childhood are helpfully labeled &quot;flashback&quot; and may be skipped entirely. (PS. Joe, if you ever Google this, please don't punch me or even threaten to do so in a sternly worded, manually typed letter. I will weep like a girl and we'll both be embarrassed.)<br/>]]></body>
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