From dealing with her handlers or her publicist or assistant or handbag holder or whatever other title given to the people hired to manage Sarah Silverman's Literary Life, this live chat, dear loathsome readers, sucked.
Everyone was awful except David Hirshey. Hirshey, if you don't know, had the not-so-pleasant task of editing and shepherding this book to its final bound Bedwettedness. He was outstanding and I appreciate his doing his part to pull this together for us. And those of you who've read this site for a long time should buy many, many copies of this book for friends (Facebook or otherwise) because he deserves your support.
But Sarah. Oh, Sarah.
She's a funny lady. I've been a huge fan of her stand-up for quite some time, dating back to this Black Table story Leitch and I wrote because we were both so enamored with what Sarah Silverman had done to Transform Comedy. (Yeah. I know. We're idiots.) Leitch was scheduled to do the NY Mag profile (which was great, btw), and I pushed for the Deadspin chat because, you know, why the fuck not? Regardless of how chaotic and hectic these things tend to be, most of the authors who participate do manage to sell a few books when they do this. That is the end goal for such lofty literary endeavors. And, as I said, I think she's funny. What could possibly go wrong?
As we've found out, everything. This was a drain from the get-go and Sarah and her team of People Hired To Make Things Run As Smoothly As Possible were, frankly, not helpful. Yes, I know, the commenting system here can be somewhat challenging. Especially since Sarah refused to get on the phone and passed along the menial task of signing up for commenting abilities to her even more disinterested "assistant" who shrilly interjected that if Sarah "signed up" for commenting "she does not want to start getting spam from Deadspin." (For the record, you only get "spam" if you sign-up for the newsletter. Subscribe now!) I also found it quite astounding that Sarah, who admits in her book she spent most of her quality "writing time" Googling herself, could not figure out that she needed to click the crooked reply arrow to, you know, answer your questions.