If you do not believe Sarah Palin to be an idiot after this rather amazing conversation (which features a number of hilarious French jokes), then you truly cannot be helped. A person who does not know the current Prime Minister of Canada does not deserve to hold any political office.
The Call by Yannick Murphy: The always interesting author of Here They Come and Signed, Mata Hari returns with a novel that whips up a worldview from a rather quirky set of limitations: namely, the call logs that a veterinarian maintains as his son is unexpectedly put into a coma and an unforgiving economy denies him work. What emerges is a surprisingly optimistic, often funny, and very moving account on how one family uses acceptance and forgiveness as a way to atone for hard knocks. (Bat Segundo interview with Murphy)
Birds of Paradise by Diana Abu-Jaber: Forget Franzen and Eugenides. If you're looking for a social novel that counts, Diana Abu-Jaber is the author you're looking for. Building from the free-form exploration of consciousness and identity in Crescent and the gripping procedural structure of Origin, Abu-Jaber's latest novel is her finest, equally fluent with gutterpunk culture and smarmy real estate men. It has been suggested by The Washington Post's Ron Charles that you will likely gain some pounds while reading this novel. This is certainly true. Abu-Jaber's description of food is so precise that it often made me want to do more cooking. But I very much admired the way in which Abu-Jaber presents all her characters as unwitting victims of rough capitalism, which permits them some dignity even as they perform terrible acts.
The Last of the Live Nude Girls by Sheila McClear: This memoir isn't so much about the decline of the Times Square peepshow, as it is about one young woman's efforts to pull herself up by by her bootstraps when presented with few economic options. Filled with self-introspective candor and a quiet dignity, McClear's story is one that might befall any of us in these volatile times. While McClear does get back on her feet, her book leads one contemplating the terrible fates of other young women now moving to New York and falling into deadlier vocations. (Bat Segundo interview with McClear)
That is BRILLIANT.
There at the end she tries to get their call letters so she can send the Secret Service after them. If McCain wins, those boys are looking at hard time in Gitmo.
Well, seeing as how these two pranksters are based in Quebec, it would certainly be interesting to see McCain/Palin enforce Gitmo.
Ridiculous. Don’t these guys have anything better to do?
“Ridiculous. Don’t these guys have anything better to do?”
And shouldn’t *you* be out grovelling for the creep vote, “John”?
OMGulp, I’m over here looking for the lovely piece you did on DFW and you sucker-in-pulled me! Only in Canada, eh? Leave it to our pranksters to sway your voters, hey? Yay, US! But, Boy, what was that you wuz sayin’ ’bout her bein’ an intelleckshuall ‘n’ stuff?
. Smoooooooooch! (Above the neck; and, no funny eructations, either! I have a stink bomb and I know how to use it!)
p.s. While I’m here (again *sigh*), I left a little comment for you over @ home; and, I don’t think you’ll be blushing any longer
p.p.s. Man-oh-manna, you mighta been right about S.A. after all, Ed; that’s a pretty snappy shuttupski comeback, ain’t it?
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