I was in DC last week for a Pastor’s conference. It ended Friday around 2pm and our next meeting was really a birthday party at 6pm. In between I took a nap and then went to Barnes & Noble. While there I saw a book by Augusten Burroughs called A Wolf At The Table. I picked it up and read the jacket. It looked to be very traumatizing and I didn’t really need that at that moment.
I am being honest in that I have not ever heard of Burrough’s before. I had heard of “Running with Scissors” in passing but didn’t register what it was about. Meaning, I know I saw the headline somewhere or maybe passed by the book in a bookstore thinking it was a clever title. But other than that I had no idea who the author was or what was in the book. Because Wolf At The Table looked intriguing I found his other books on the shelf and saw Running With Scissors. I thought, “Well, I need to read something on the plane home. Plus I am into memoirs lately and this is a memoir sooo…” I bought it. As my co-worker Mark and I headed to the register I said, “I have been reading memoirs by two authors who happen to be gay, I hope he (Burroughs) isn’t gay too.”
