Fans of books turned into Hollywood treacle rejoice! Pat Conroy, not to be confused with Pat Barker, is finishing his first novel in more than a decade. The new book is set in Charleston and is more than 700 pages. Take that, John Irving!
USA Today has selected “25 books that leave a legacy.” Dan Brown, John Gray and Helen Fielding certainly do leave a legacy: the same one carved out by Spandau Ballet, the starved Twiggy look, and Daniel Boone caps.
Bon Jovi won’t be playing BEA? Lance Fensterman, your “regret” is admirable, but I’m sobbing like a BOP-reading bobbysoxer curling beneath a duvet with a gargantuan teddy bear in a 1985 suburban split-level home. Goddam you, Mr. Bon Jovi! Goddam you all to hell! You cruel, CRUEL man! Well, you can forget about any BEA coverage by this dutiful litblogger. If Jon Bon Jovi can’t back up his literary mojo with his musical mojo, then, while indeed I was halfway there, I shall be living (or perhaps covering BEA) on a prayer. Perhaps if someone takes my hand, I’ll make it. I swear.
I’m with Lev Grossman. Does anyone still care about the Webbies anymore? Particularly since nominees have to pay $245 to enter into the Awards. The Webbies are the Golden Globes of the Internet: its nominees and ceremonies and sycophantic adulations limited to those who can pay for it. It is about as useful to any discerning Web surfer as a fusillade of pop-up ads.
The Onion: “‘Most E-Mailed’ List Tearing New York Times’ Newsroom Apart.”
Say what you will about the man, he makes bold claims and backs them up. He’s seen a million faces, AND he’s rocked them all. He don’t need to play BEA, he’ll rock them just by showing up on his steel horse.
Say what you will about the man, he makes bold claims and backs them up. He’s seen a million faces, AND he’s rocked them all. He don’t need to play BEA, he’ll rock them just by showing up on his steel horse.