I know that Mia Kirshner is not Jenny Schecter. I am able to distinguish fact from fiction. I rarely blur the lines between reality and fantasy (except in my most uninhibited, sweaty dreams involving Dara Torres and the U.S. Olympic women’s soccer team). Yet, when I first heard that Mia had written a book, I recoiled in horror. Oh, God, not those angsty floating words. Sweet fancy moses, not the confusing carnival of shame. Please, for the love of all that is good, save us from the masturbatory opus!
And then, I remembered to breath and relaxed. Mia is not Jenny. Her book is not Lez Girls. Instead, The L Word actress has written the travelogue I Live Here, which will be published Oct. 14 by Pantheon Books.
Mia’s debut novel is described as a “paper documentary” done with the collaboration of graphic novelist Joe Sacco, writer J.B. MacKinnon and graphic designers Paul Shoebridge and Michael Simons. The book chronicles Mia’s seven years of travel across the globe and the devastation she has seen. Part diary, part graphic novel, I Live Here spans the war in Chechnya, ethnic cleansing in Burma, globalization in Mexico and AIDS in Malawi.
Whew — that sounds a whole lot better than reading about the not-so-thinly-veiled exploits of Bev and Nina. Though, just in case, she might not want to let Bette Porter get her hands on a copy. Wait — damn — fantasy/reality, there I go again.