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		<title>What the hell happened to Jay McInerney?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I idolized the author until I served him at a bar. Now I'm left contemplating his unrealized potential]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>MY HIGH SCHOOL CHAPLAIN was the first person to tell me to read <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0394726413/?tag=saloncom08-20">Bright Lights, Big City</a></em>. We were doing an independent study. He told me to pay attention to McInerney’s velocity of voice, but now I suspect he was trying to tell me something else too. I suspect that he was trying to expose me, a would-be writer from suburban California, to New York and its literary scene, equal parts preppy and underground, dapper and grimy. I think he was hoping to give my writing some bite. That he was our chaplain gave him the leverage to be cool, to share secrets, while the rest of the teachers had to act dutiful. I didn’t read the book though. I took pride in the suburbs, in my t-shirt dominated wardrobe. I was sick of hearing about New York. I had some friends from there.</p><p><a href="http://www.lareviewofbooks.org/"><img style="margin: 0 10px 0 0;" src="http://media.salon.com/2012/06/LARB_LOGO_RED_LIGHT1.jpg" alt="Los  Angeles Review of Books" align="left" /></a></p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2012/10/03/jay_mcinerney_the_new_york_fantasy_and_wine_salpart/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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