People Who Look Like Authors, Vol. 2
Dear John Barth, you’re a lucky man because you look like one of my oldest and dearest friends Alex Byrd… well, when he was bald, at least. In fact, the resemblance is so close that I think there may be some similar DNA up in there. Regardless, I’ve only read a few of your stories, Mr. Barth, but I want to thank you for your obsession with Metafiction. You see, I get it. How can one not look to the genre that’s perpetuating, facilitating all of one’s truths? Why must the genre be a mere definition and not a thing to be exalted on high or at least studied within the work itself?