Since I am avoiding reading a really good book for which I am writing a review for which I get paid in more books, I present you with a link to this book. Colson Whitehead has captured both the freelance writer's worst nightmare AND written the only portrayal of interning at the Village Voice I have ever read. (The intern thing is spot fucking on, by the way).
So read this book, even if there are too many characters and it drags a little in spots. Then read The Intuitionist and thank my ass in the morning.
I'm glad I don't write for Hormel.