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How We Are Hungry 

Wednesday, Jul 14 2010
Dave Eggers is guilty of being famous, and those who sentence people for that have been sentencing him for years. He writes books? Opens writing schools? Publishes a one-day rocket-car newspaper? He's like a fucking criminal. If he sucked, we would get it, but he doesn't. Eggers works. He invents. He brings the payload safely home. Maybe you found the "Hey, look at me! I'm doing goddamn somersaults over here!" style of his first book grating (you shouldn't have), but move on. He did. He hasn't drawn a stapler in a book in nine years. And it hasn't escaped us that had Eggers limited himself to just, say, two books and one writing school — and, okay, the pirate store — people would be in a defensive crouch around their little genius holed up on Valencia Street, especially those who flipped through <