"Edna is with Comic Book Guy?! Oh, God, she's on the rebound! And you meet the worst guys on the rebound! It's how Jackie got her O!"

From Salinger v. Random House:

Salinger, distressed that [the 18-year-old] Oona O'Neill, whom he had dated, had married [the 54-year-old] Charlie Chaplin, expressed his disapproval of the marriage in this satirical invention of his imagination:

I can see them at home evenings. Chaplin squatting grey and nude, atop his chiffonier, swinging his thyroid around his head by his bamboo cane, like a dead rat. Oona in an aquamarine gown, applauding madly from the bathroom. Agnes (her mother) in a Jantzen bathing suit, passing between them with cocktails. I'm facetious, but I'm sorry. Sorry for anyone with a profile as young and lovely as Oona's.

This seems ironic, given Salinger's later affair with the teenage Joyce Maynard.

[JT] Leroy's tale was harrowing in its details and uplifting in its arc. He was a young truck-stop prostitute who had escaped rural West Virginia for the dismal life of a homeless San Francisco drug addict. Rescued as a young teenager by a couple named Laura Albert and Geoffrey Knoop and treated by a psychologist, he was able to turn his terrible youth into a thriving career as a writer. JT Leroy has published three critically acclaimed works of fiction noted for their stark portrayal of child prostitution and drug use.

Along the way Mr. Leroy gained the friendship and trust of celebrities and noted writers, who supported his career financially and offered him emotional support when he declared that he was infected with H.I.V. Sales were good, and his books were published around the world. Shy and reclusive, Mr. Leroy, now 25, appeared in public often disguised beneath a wig and sunglasses.

But the young man in the wig and sunglasses, it turns out, is not a man at all. The public role of JT Leroy is played by Savannah Knoop, Geoffrey Knoop's half sister, who is in her mid-20's.

Of course, if one values fiction for its sensational relationship to the "real life" of its author rather than for the quality of its writing, this is a natural consequence. (Those who signed "Anonymous Lawyer" to a book deal made the mistake of confusing interest in the former with interest in the latter. Now that we know (as oppose to suspect) Anonymous Lawyer is neither anonymous nor a lawyer, there's no point to the blog. Blachman's book might work, but it will have to do so on its own merit, which the original blog gave no evidence of. Opinionista will suffer the same problem when she admits that most of her stories are composites at best.)

Speaking both of David Lat and romans à clef, Christopher Buckley's flirtatious review of "Dog Days" (the first good review I've seen) features a picture of Wonkette in a nice stripy shirt.

"There is an indescribable feeling of euphoria which comes when finding another member of the modal set"—from the comments section to Tyler Cowen's post on the economics of marriage search strategies.