Yep. Simple enough. Moreover, I am reassured that should I wind up in prison [and I very well may…] that I’ll have something to do with my time. Please oh please, mister prison guard, can’t I have a pen? We live in hope.
Here’s the thing though. Politicians sell their memoirs, actors sell their memoirs, blokes on car shows sell their memoirs, people we’ve never heard of become famous because they’ve sold their memoirs… are those people really any more interesting or of any more value to the western canon than criminals? We don’t give money to these people because they’re arbiters of morality, we give money to these people because we find them entertaining, or interesting. Frankly, I’d rather read the memoir of a violent pimp than Barak Obama’s [or any other politician’s] self-aggrandizing crap. Besides, convicted criminals have a bitch of a time finding gainful employment; all they have are their histories, why not let them profit from what they’ve got?
... Holy Crap. Is LJ working? Will Wonders never Cease?