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  <read_at>Tue Mar 03 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Thu Mar 05 07:29:46 -0800 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Thu Mar 05 07:36:43 -0800 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Strangely, I found this book extremely worthwhile and yet supremely disappointed. I have been a huge fan of Spalding Gray for many years and used to run into him occasionally in downtown NYC when I lived there in the late 80s and early 90s. I had somehow missed this volume which includes parts of his last unfinished monologue as well as a lengthy introductory essay by the novelist Francine Prose and the text of numerous tributes that were delivered at two memorial services for Spalding after his death.<br/><br/>Even without hearing Mr. Gray's voice, the words on the page of his final work are moving and funny and crazy in much the same appealing way as all of his earlier monologues. But the disappointment was that this work constitutes maybe 50 pages of this 256 page book. The rest is interesting, but far less appealing.<br/><br/>A must-read for hard core fans of Spalding Gray only, I'm afraid to say.]]></body>
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