Yesterday, I felt a man’s bicep in a hotel room. I’m not lying about this. This man, who will appear very soon on The Bat Segundo Show insisted that I do this, and who was I to turn him down? When a man makes a convincing case for why you should feel his bicep, my position is to throw caution to the wind and live dangerously.
Speaking of which, Chris Lehmann talks with Martin Amis and asks him the real questions, such as what it was like to sleep with Tina Brown. I’m not sure what bearing this has on Amis as a writer, but if Lehmann is going to lower the bar like this, fair is fair. I’ll accept his needless and gossipy question as legitimate journalism the minute he tells us whether his wife takes it up the ass.
Bookblog: “I’ve read a few interviews [Valentino Achak Deng]’s done along with Eggers, but I’m interested in what he’s like without having Eggers around.” This is a very good observation.
Behold! The latest Tournament of Books. I still don’t understand the purpose of the white chicken in the red circle. No doubt this is a deeply symbolic gesture on the part of Kevin Guilfoile. Or perhaps he and the Morning News gang came up with the whole idea at a KFC (the only restaurant that could accommodate the meager ToB catering budget).
I don’t remember the whole story about the rooster as the symbol of the tournament of books, but I know it has something to do with a David Sedaris story, that he nicknames his brother “The Rooster” or something like that?
They say on the site that the winner of the tournament gets a live chicken for their prize. Probably an excuse for boys to make cock jokes.
Forget Tina Brown, I want to know what it’s like to sleep with Claire Tomalin (which he did in the 70s). I’ve been hot for her since reading her Pepys biography.
Ha, that “up the ass” came out of nowhere at the end of that sentence and made me choke up some Pepsi.
I don’t remember the whole story about the rooster as the symbol of the tournament of books, but I know it has something to do with a David Sedaris story, that he nicknames his brother “The Rooster” or something like that?
They say on the site that the winner of the tournament gets a live chicken for their prize. Probably an excuse for boys to make cock jokes.
Forget Tina Brown, I want to know what it’s like to sleep with Claire Tomalin (which he did in the 70s). I’ve been hot for her since reading her Pepys biography.
Ha, that “up the ass” came out of nowhere at the end of that sentence and made me choke up some Pepsi.