Conventional Wisdom is a Crock of Shit or, I hate "The Lovely Bones"

(This isn't technically a backlog review. Backlog currently includes Autobiography of a Face and Dry, but this book pissed me off so much I need to take the pain away.)

Conventional wisdom states that memoir is the thing and the novel is dead. That's why James Frey had to go through a public shaming through NO FAULT OF HIS OWN, OH NO, because his genius literate novel of novel literature had to be packaged as a memoir, the golden ticket to Oprah. Bullshit. Conventional wisdom is a crock of shit, and Alice Sebold proves it. In 1999 she wrote Lucky, a clear, honest, wonderful, if-I-made-a-list-of-top-ten-memoirs-it-would-be-in-it memoir about her rape, trial of her rapist and the aftermath. It did ... Well, honestly, I have no clue, but it wasn't as good as her 2002 NOVEL, The Lovely Bones, which was a bestseller by book standards, despite the fact that it totally sucks. Sucks like conventional wisdom. The world would be a better place if everyone read Lucky, but they don't. They read The Lovely Bones And that's sad.

( Spork, spork, sporkity spork. Oh, and lots of spoilers. )