I’m not a fan of memoirs, but I’m not sure why. They just feel claustrophobic, and what if you don’t like the person you’re stuck in the closet with? Which is really besides the point. A good memoir doesn’t mean the person has to be good or appealing. In fact, the opposite can be more riveting. Which relates to Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn and one of the subjects of this book. Flynn’s memoir is about him and his father. Flynn’s […]