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Comments on: Hard Times http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/ Author of Mississippi Sissy Mon, 21 May 2012 00:35:30 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Sidney http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-790 Thu, 24 May 2007 20:21:32 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-790 I disagree with the NY Times, I found this book interesting and entertaining. In a number of instances, I could relate to you and your situation. I flet it was warm and honest. Anytime you would like to discuss it, I'd be glad to. Sometimes Critics pan things thay don't understand or want to understand. I disagree with the NY Times, I found this book interesting and entertaining. In a number of instances, I could relate to you and your situation. I flet it was warm and honest. Anytime you would like to discuss it, I’d be glad to. Sometimes Critics pan things thay don’t understand or want to understand.

]]> by: Dr.Lord http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-548 Wed, 02 May 2007 16:17:48 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-548 <a></a>

]]> by: Vicki Little Waters http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-80 Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:22:46 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-80 part of your beauty is your honesty. I am an outsider but I am proud of you. words form little meaning sometimes; you're loved and respected part of your beauty is your honesty. I am an outsider but I am proud of you. words form little meaning sometimes; you’re loved and respected

]]> by: kristie http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-58 Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:57:19 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-58 1. I'm a queer Southern writer too who found you through a comment left on your blog linking to my site where I hated on Norah Vincent. 2. Norah's a total hack writer. Don't let her get to you. 3. Ohmygod I *wish* my book had been in the NYTimes! What an *honor*! 1. I’m a queer Southern writer too who found you through a comment left on your blog linking to my site where I hated on Norah Vincent.

2. Norah’s a total hack writer. Don’t let her get to you.

3. Ohmygod I *wish* my book had been in the NYTimes! What an *honor*!

]]> by: Daniel http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-46 Sun, 04 Mar 2007 14:35:42 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-46 I am seldom moved to comment on a review, and I sheepishly admit that sometimes a bad review is a guilty pleasure to read. I'm usually drawn to the story of an interesting failure. Yet the tone of the Times piece was, even to my pointed ears, numbingly cruel, almost clinically dismissive (i.e "he does not have a voice"). I would hope that sensitive readers give your story a reading of their own. I don't know that I would have purchased your book before reading today's paper, but I may now pick up a copy just to understand the critic's motivation here. It's a bit like literary forensics. Perhaps there are other readers like me. I am seldom moved to comment on a review, and I sheepishly admit that sometimes a bad review is a guilty pleasure to read. I’m usually drawn to the story of an interesting failure. Yet the tone of the Times piece was, even to my pointed ears, numbingly cruel, almost clinically dismissive (i.e “he does not have a voice”). I would hope that sensitive readers give your story a reading of their own. I don’t know that I would have purchased your book before reading today’s paper, but I may now pick up a copy just to understand the critic’s motivation here. It’s a bit like literary forensics. Perhaps there are other readers like me.

]]> by: Tim Tompkins http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-42 Sat, 03 Mar 2007 16:32:18 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-42 I was so completely appalled by that review. I wrote the following to the editor of the Book Review: To the editor: Norah Vincent's job is to assess Kevin Sessum's new book, Mississippi Sissy. She has the right, of course, to say, even if I or others find it unfathomable, that he "does not have a voice" or to judge his writing in whatever way she sees fit. In short, her assessment is incomprehensible to me. But what is crystal clear to me is not only her brutally patronizing condescension, but an almost pathological meanness that courses through the entire review. I literally felt that I was watching the author being bludgeoned, attacked, abused and mocked, all over again. Not just him, but anyone who was orphaned, molested, has seen a friend die, or who has been gay in a brutally hostile environment. Is not all of great literature and art about the same tragedies and sorrows, interpreted and recounted in new ways? Say you don't like the writing -- that is your job. But Vincent's review was not akin to "pan[ning] a movie about the Holocaust." It was as if she ruthlessly mocked, in an intensely personal way, those who experienced it. Worse, she declared that she is just oh-so-bored by it all, which is the most profound and disturbing cynicism possible. No, she doesn't just "look like a boor or a bully." She appears frighteningly cruel, abusive and soulless. My heart shudders. Tim Tompkins I was so completely appalled by that review. I wrote the following to the editor of the Book Review:

To the editor:

Norah Vincent’s job is to assess Kevin Sessum’s new book, Mississippi Sissy. She has the right, of course, to say, even if I or others find it unfathomable, that he “does not have a voice” or to judge his writing in whatever way she sees fit.

In short, her assessment is incomprehensible to me. But what is crystal clear to me is not only her brutally patronizing condescension, but an almost pathological meanness that courses through the entire review. I literally felt that I was watching the author being bludgeoned, attacked, abused and mocked, all over again. Not just him, but anyone who was orphaned, molested, has seen a friend die, or who has been gay in a brutally hostile environment. Is not all of great literature and art about the same tragedies and sorrows, interpreted and recounted in new ways? Say you don’t like the writing — that is your job. But Vincent’s review was not akin to “pan[ning] a movie about the Holocaust.” It was as if she ruthlessly mocked, in an intensely personal way, those who experienced it. Worse, she declared that she is just oh-so-bored by it all, which is the most profound and disturbing cynicism possible.

No, she doesn’t just “look like a boor or a bully.” She appears frighteningly cruel, abusive and soulless. My heart shudders.

Tim Tompkins

]]> by: scot http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-39 Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:54:15 +0000 http://mississippisissy.com/blog/2007/02/27/hard-times/#comment-39 Oscar Wilde once said that to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. So I am always amazed by people who have achieved great success but seem not to love themselves. How did you become the person you are? Oscar Wilde once said that to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. So I am always amazed by people who have achieved great success but seem not to love themselves. How did you become the person you are?

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