I am reminded of one of my high school English seminars (“Autobiographies”) where we were reading Rousseau’s Confessions and the class decided to put him on trial posthumously for being [I] verbose and boring and [II] a terrible person. He was convicted on both counts.
alright let's do real discourse: five books *by bad people* that are still good or great books V.S. Naipaul, A BEND IN THE RIVER Allison Pearson, I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT Kevin Myers, WATCHING THE DOOR Yukio Mishima, CONFESSIONS OF A MASK Neil Gaiman, BRIEF LIVES.