February 05, 2004

Pot, Kettle, Black.

Lizzie (and her auxillary first person self) is not amused by the Believer's dismissal of any writer deigning to scribe Sweet Valley High novels. She notes that these writers have trivial concerns: such as, oh say, eating at least one meal a day. Isn't this kind of snark contradictory to the Julavits manifesto? I guess it's all right to play nice and snotty when you're talking about someone as overrated as Salman Rushdie. But when it comes to the hard realities of being a working writer, for the Believer crew, they can be rolled off as easily as a LifeStyles from a parvenu's knob.

Posted by DrMabuse at February 5, 2004 10:40 AM
Comments

"LifeStyles from a Parvenu's knob" -- they better not be breeding

Posted by: Old Hag at February 5, 2004 01:01 PM

I don't think so. But if the recent sales increase of Johnny Weismuller commemorative loincloths in Central Park West and Cole Valley are any indication, then, surely, we're doomed.

Posted by: Ed at February 8, 2004 02:16 PM