J.T. LeRoy is not the former truck stop lot lizard that people believed “him” to be. Fact is I was blissfully unaware of the history of the deception up until I stumbled across this book.

My two cents is, if it’s good writing who gives a flying fuck who the person is who wrote it.

Now, I understand the sense of betrayal that those who fell for it all feel. And, I might feel the same way…

Fact is, I had a similar experience (possibly) some time ago, and I still feel that the writing in question stands on it’s merits apart from what it was supposed to be and what it may or may not have actually been.

Back to Sarah… IMHO it’s good writing. I like it. I would recommend it to people interested in this sort of book. It’s dark, painful, harsh… the harshness has a sense of unreality (the kind of unreality that only reality can have). On it’s own, as a book of fiction written by a fiction writer, it is a worthwhile book. It’s not the best writing I’ve read even recently, but it’s far from the worst writing.