It’s never too late to stop thinking about the next Booker, particularly with Ian McEwan’s Saturday in the pipeline. Officially, the book has been completed, with morethana fewarticles on this day-in-the-life-of-a-neurosurgeon offering.
The big literary sensation in France is Suite Francaise. The novel was written in 1942 by Jewish author Irene Nemirovsky right as she was waiting for the Nazis to come. The book was transcribed by Nemirovsky’s eldest daughter. Some folks are even comparing this with Anne Frank.
Here’s something interesting: Kong Ji-young has written a short story collection about Koreans living in Berlin. Wonder if she and Rachel Seiffert would ever do a double-bill reading?
And speaking of Germany, Gerhard Schröder’s younger brother is set to publish embarassing stories about the Chancellor. And get this: they’re going to be sold on paper handkerchiefs.
Dick Morris knows how Clinton’s mind works. It has three buttons: ON, OFF and REMEMBER OBSCURE PERSONAL DETAIL OF PERSON YOU’RE TALKING TO.
Despite this easily comprehensible triage, Morris has written a damn book on the subject and hopes that Bush voters will buy it. Dick Morris is also oiled every night, just before bedtime.