Just finished reading Lynn Coady’s latest book, mean boy. Set in 1975 New Brunswick, it follows a young poet through his second year of undergraduate drinking and professor-poet adulation. She really nails the undergrad creative writing workshop experience, so much so that I was squirming through certain scenes. Bad, bad memories of my naive and pompous ideas about poetry. Like all Coady's books, it’s brilliant and hilarious. She writes the kind of books I read way too fast and regret ending.