Iron Legs versus Bag of Trash

My mother, who has many conservative email interlocutors, sent me this impassioned speech from some manner of internet preacher. It's quite an amazing performance, much in the spirit of "Leave Brittney Alone!"

Notes from the Reception of my Literary Career

Readers, hark to this review of the most recent issue of Beeswax; it makes special mention of my contribution, the short story "Some Events of the Spring of 1999, Bordeaux, France." By "special mention" I mean that the author of the review didn't know if the story was fiction or reportage (it's fiction, salted with real landmarks of Bordeaux). I don't know if this means I did my job especially well or especially poorly, but having my work described as "mystifying" certainly gives me a little frisson.