The empathetic introspection of the novel has given way to the auto-erotic exhibitionism of the memoir.
I suppose it's a sign of the times. History has defeated poetry; the novel—like love—has lost its war with the pornography of facts; we stand without songs in Plato's Republic.
Fair enough: to the project of gutting the western imagination I add my own vanity project, written in 1999—it's been lightly revised over the years—and now self-published at Smashwords.
It's also available through Amazon. Buying it through Smashwords, however, lets you access the book in a wide variety of formats, including those used by the Kindle, the iPad, the Nook, the Kobo, and just about any home computer.
Cost: $2.99 + 2-3 hours of your time.