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  <read_at>Mon Mar 30 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm on a kick to re-read famed and dearly departed monologist Spalding Gray's entire oeuvre and I started with his one piece of &quot;fiction.&quot; Of course, practically nothing in the book is fiction. It displays all of Gray's usual strengths -- amazingly original observations that veer between laugh-out-loud hilarious and achingly sad and depressing. It also features Gray's usual weaknesses: it goes on too long and the ending is kind of a dud. Still, this almost 20-year old novel has held up well and remains a great read. ]]></body>
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