What an honest, catty bitch. I love Rosenbaum and love reading him speak on his life - the amount of times this guy says “I can’t for the life of me” understand why someone doesn’t like him or got mad at him or stopped being friends with him is funny and sad, and yet he’s a fairly self-aware guy. He considered himself a writer first before becoming a cinephile and a critic, and I consider myself the same (without, of course, a drop of success in any field or endeavor). Great book.