Dave Eggerz

I've read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I'll read it again, too. And again. And again. I love this book, I love how Eggers writes. I have a huge literary crush on the guy. I even have a crush on his little brother Toph. That may or may not be creepy. But you can try to tell me you've never developed a crush on a character, underage or not, in a sad and compromised situation or not, and I wouldn't believe you.
Eggers is at the forefront of conversational prose. He's talking to you. You're not reading him, and he isn't writing. You're sitting at a bar in San Francisco or Chicago or LA or Tulsa or even Altoona, FL, and he's telling you his story like its nothing new. Because it's not new. Not to him. Out of context of the passage we read, in the book Eggers goes on a little tirade about the absurdity of privacy and mysteriousness, how people have nothing to gain from trying to hide or mask their lives and intentions and what's the big deal about disclosing such a personal and heartrending and tragic story anyway doesn't everyone go through something as personally traumatic at least once in their lives and shouldn't we all just tell about it and be happy and free and open and get over it and move on and such? I certainly think its a good idea. This book is what made me seriously want to write memoirs. Not that I believe I could do or be what Eggers is, but I still want to write because of him.