This book is fun and light, but it grated on me. Now I qualify as "quirkygrumpy."
In a cross between "The Hipster Handbook," Mary Claire, and an eigth-grade art project, Sascha Cagen attempts to introduce a new "type" called the "quirkyalone," although there are "quirkytogethers" as well.
It's not new at all--she describes the type of self-absorbed Bohemian Yuppies who've been flocking to San Francisco and Brooklyn for the last decade.
Cagen cobbles together bits of her magazine, profiles from her website, humourous snippets from who knows where, and lots of pithy comments. Woody Allen, we find out, is not 'quirkyalone'-- he's 'quirkycreepy' The poet Rilke, although being an… Read more
