Now, I don’t mean to sound as if I spent the last three decades (Mads’ career) developing the Space Station when not meditating. Of course I knew Madonna was … well, was. I read Camille Pagila. I disagreed, but never felt the need to argue. I thought that sex book was completely unnecessary. So I didn’t read it.
I jumped to review Madonna and Me: Women Writers on The Queen of Pop (Soft Skull Press, 2012). Such is the compelling contradiction she exhudes.
The review will run next week. Stay tuned. (Ha ha.)
My last review for PLOP! is here.