The Shifting Moods of Joe Queenan

Gawker's Intern Alexis and I disagree over whether Joe Queenan's review of The Truth About Hillary (which I mentioned yesterday) is actually funny or not, but I'm grateful to her for pointing out something that totally slipped by my nonexistent memory:

"He then goes on to claim, 'As an expert on sordid non-fiction, I would not put The Truth About Hillary anywhere near the top of my list; it pales by comparison with Geraldo Rivera's sublimely vile autobiography, Exposing Myself... That's interesting... Because, Joe Queenan, we oddly, oddly, oddly remembered that you wrote about Rivera before, and, actually wrote this: 'And, without the mediating force of a ghostwriter, Geraldo Rivera's Exposing Myself might have been really disgusting, not merely nauseating.' Looks like you didn't hate his memoir as much as you now claim you do. If you only found it 'merely nauseating,' as opposed to 'really disgusting,' why would it be at the top of your most hated non-fiction books, Mr. Expert on Sordid Non-Fiction, hmm? Revisionist history much!?"

I'm not sure, but I think this means that as part of his "living Biblically" project, A. J. Jacobs can now throw rocks at Queenan.