Rachel and I are running around the West Coast, spreading the gospel of six-word memoirs from Los Angeles to San Francisco (we’re having a party and six-word slam tonight, Feb. 19) to Portland (reading and six-word slam at Powell’s Books). Back on the home turf, we are blown away by and grateful for the brilliance (and insanity) of Lizzy Widdicombe’s story in the February 25 New Yorker about the book launch party at Housing Works (check out some pics here). Why brilliant? Why insane? Read slowly, count carefully, and see.