- Just what the world needs: a Spandau Ballet reunion. When the apocalypse occurs, humans suffering from radioactive sickness will place tinny and barely functioning crystal radio sets to their ears, shuffling in threadbare Chuck Taylor All Stars along the abandoned strip malls and suburban shrapnel, and susurrating, “Ba ba ba ba ba, I know this, much is true.” Then there will be no hope for Western civilization.
- Updike on Wharton bio.
- Sarah Kerr on Joan Didion. (via Laila)
- The new Rupert Thomson book appears very promising.
- The Ray Davis/Jonathan Lethem letters. (via Matt)
- Roberto Bolano! Roberto Bolano! Roberto Bolano! I’m telling you: four people have mentioned The Savage Detective in the past forty-eight hours. You better watch your ass, Joshua Ferris. A new hot author has arrived. Roberto Bolano! Roberto Bolano! Roberto Bolano! I have no basis for this enthusiasm, but everyone else seems excited and I’ll likely check this book out.
- Finn Harvor’s interesting email exchange with Laura Miller.
- Erin O’Brien is one determined woman.
- The top 500 fonts on the web. (via Messr. Peschel)
- The Internet has made obituaries hot again. Perhaps it’s because Internet users spend most of their time surfing in moribund offices.
- Who’s more evil? Ann Coulter or Don Imus? Tough call.
“Who’s more evil? Ann Coulter or Don Imus? Tough call. ”
You have to ask? I’d use Ann Coulter for batting practice. Imus I’d just ignore. In fact, I do ignore him. I’d ignore Coulter, but the bitch keeps hogging all the primo shelf space at Borders.
“This is the sound of my soul.”
So, wait: Does this mean I can finally starting wearing all those New Ro outfits I’ve kept in storage since 1988? Cuz I’ve got a black velvet suit that would look smart on me the next time I’m signing books at a Borders in Delaware. Always in time, but never in line for dreams…Take your seaside arms, Ed, and write the next line.
Bolano has the NYT cover next week. You’re not wrong.