So Kate Braverman sits down with the LA Times and tells the paper that she should be more famous here in her hometown. Martini Republic points out that she is pompous, irrational and could use some Lithium. Even the LA Times seems a bit shocked by what she was willing to say to a journalist; the subhead reads, "Kate Braverman resents her hometown's refusal to recognize her greatness. Really." Her statements include:
Palm Latitutes "is unknown for the masterpiece that it is."
"I'm not just another writer. I don't think people understand my relationship with this city, and they don't understand what I've achieved."
"I'm the best-kept secret in L.A."
"There is not another woman writer in Southern California who sits between Bellow and Conrad next to Hemingway and Kafka. I have the most literary stature, certainly, of any woman in Southern California."
If a biographer wrote this, I could perhaps choke it down. But to put yourself between Bellow and Conrad? She's back on the coke. Gotta be. Or maybe TEV is right and she's a savvy headline grabber.