Okay. This is my own blog. If you saw this on Twitter and think you're readinig my health blog, stop here. I need to disentangle the writing and health blog tweets.
So, can I get away with calling this genre "DickLit."?
We women have had to put up with dismissive, bubbly sounding "Chick Flicks" and "Chick Lit."
Somehow Man Lit, Testosterone Lit, Dude Lit or Guy Lit don't cut it. Whatever you want to call it, it sounds good, kind of like that show were everyone hates Ray Romano instead of loving him. But better, because it's not TV.
Tonight, Friday from 7:00-9:00 pm. Nov. 5, 56 Brattle St. | $10
I'll just let the Cambridge Center for Adult Education decribe it.
A night of humorous fiction and memoir by three local writers. There are some things that the Roving Raconteurs -- Dan Gewertz, Judah Leblang, and Randy Ross --have in common: they're guys, they're baby-boomers, and they're very funny writers and storytellers living in the Boston area. They also have all flourished as writers in middle age, and bring a sharp, amused, heartfelt tone to autobiographical material. But they cover a range as well: straight, gay, bald, hirsute, spiritual, skeptical. Through a series of short prose pieces, their search for love, sanity, and a really good garlic bagel often amuses, but the writing is far more than a series of punchlines.