Here’s a little chuckle for you on a genre that often leaves little to chuckle about. Last Sunday I went to a memoir event: Moment Magazine was presenting the winners of its memoir contest at Spertus Institute, and Shalom Auslander was providing some spice. And he did.

I haven’t read his notorious memoir Foreskin Lament, so I don’t have an opinion on that, but he did not read from it, nor did he read from his new novel Hope, A Tragedy. Rather, he spoke about writing memoir. Here’s what stuck in my head because it made me laugh:

“If you write memoir,” he said, ” you have to get used to this kind of thing: After a reading, a guy comes up to me and says, you know, your book – I really liked the beginning, but I didn’t like the end.”