The Bad Review (Of My Own Book) That Made Me Laugh

I dreamed of being a writer from about second grade on, when I wrote my first short story. It was really short, about three or four paragraphs that crept in laborious, painstaking print across the page. That little epic is now in The Lev Raphael Papers at Michigan State University for future scholars of my work to glean infinite meaning from, or just say, "Oh, cute!" and move on.



Whenever I imagined the writing life, I didn't expect my work would ever be purchased by any university's Special...