so shall we think Y. Mirandez "personal greenhorn" (review in post below) is Lipsyte himself?
and... -The characters in this book, some of whom, it seems, have written reviews of this book here on Amazon.com (including Dr. Stacy Ryson) are a lot of fun.

Brilliant, March 11, 2005 Reviewer: Stacy Ryson (NewJersey) - See all my reviews
This book reads like a novel-length interview with Humbert Humbert on NPR's "The Next Big Thing" (for which a more accurate title would be "The Next Big Nothing")--hardly a match made in heaven! Most people--one would hope!--eventually outgrow the main character's adolescent self-absorption. Why any reader--or for that matter, any author--would want to waste their time vicariously reliving such a pompously uninteresting stage of life for an entire novel is a mystery. What's no mystery is why this character was so unpopular in high school and throughout his life: he's a crashing bore. As this book illustrates all too well, a facility with words does not necessarily mean you have anything of interest to say--unless you happen to find self-important whining endlessly fascinating.
this does make me think Lipsyte is writing - and I love the "Brilliant" as title and the five stars along with the actual slam - but here's the neat trick: just below this review, posted one day earlier and with the more cohesive single star & review title of
If you love mindless navel-gazing, this book's for you!, March 10, 2005 Reviewer: PDQ (NJ) - See all my reviews
This book reads like a novel-length interview with Humbert Humbert on NPR's "The Next Big Thing" (for which a more accurate title would be "The Next Big Nothing")--hardly a match made in heaven! Most people--one would hope!--eventually outgrow the main character's adolescent self-absorption. Why any reader--or for that matter, any author--would want to waste their time vicariously reliving such a pompously uninteresting stage of life for an entire novel is a mystery. What's no mystery is why this character was so unpopular in high school and throughout his life: he's a crashing bore. As this book illustrates all too well, a facility with words does not necessarily mean you have anything of interest to say--unless you happen to find self-important whining endlessly fascinating.
so that's a funny trick, take an actual (or? PDJ is from NJ and only has written this 1 rvw on az - so is he a Lipsyte / fan creation also? the depths!) negative review and turn it into satire by repeating it with a character's name as author.
and I like that this Stacy Rysonhas also reviewed Trance : A novel by Christopher Sorrentino (as has Y. Martinez) : Say, like me, you're an oncologist with a thriving practice and a loving husband. Still, there's something missing from your life. It's called art. That's what's missing from your life. The art of literary art. Tragedy, comedy, pathos, bathos, the whole shebang. Okay, I took a lit gut at Rutgers and I may not know exactly what I'm talking about, but I do know this: art transcends. I can cut a man open and remove his pancreas, but I have no clue what he's thinking. Sorrentino does. He knows what people are thinking, and with his powerful writing he slings us (the reader, the doctor) over his shoulder and together we scale the ladder of storytelling glory. To call this a book about Patty Hearst is to call Crime and Punishment a book about crime, or punishment. 'Nuff said. Read, weep. Change your life. Find a lump. Call me.
mmhmm. pretty Lipsyte sounding.
and case in point about attentive diction - even when a (satirical) character uses mockable language -slings us- the mockery happens in the attention to actual meaning ~