Ooooh, it's gooooooood. I hadn't heard of the story when I saw it. I was recommending it to a customer who just happened to have the book and promptly loaned it to me. But Maggie Gyllenhall and James Spader; how exactly could that ever go wrong?

I've only read one short story by the infamous JT Leroy. I think it was in a McSweeny's comp but I can't be certain. I remember thinking, "Holy shit, who cares about the writer's real identity; this is good!"