Four years ago I interviewed a 17-year-old hormonal Alaskan guy named Marty Beckerman, who at that tender age imagined himself the next Dave Barry. Now he’s 21, he’s got a new book out and reviewers are calling him a rough mix of Hunter S. Thompson and Lenny Bruce.

Beckerman’s tome, to be released later this month by MTV Books, is called
“GENERATION S.L.U.T. (sexually liberated urban teens): A Brutal Feel-Up Session With Today’s Sex-Crazed Adolescent Populace.” He’s gotten praiseworthy blurbs from HST, Neal Pollack and a host of respectable people.

I may have accidentally been among the first to interview The Next Big Thing In American Letters. Wow. One of Marty’s latest posts at his Web site is a bash to the face of East Cost literary hipsters. A highlight:

As everyone who’s anyone knows, books and albums are meant to be appreciated, not actually enjoyed. This is why Hipsters pay absolutely ridiculous rents to live in New York City