Ever since Beth got her tube of free lubricant, I have been wondering why no one has offered to give me any free stuff on foot of this blog.Â My wait is over.Â I have been selected to be an independent bookshop for a day.Â I am more excited than I can say.Â I have told the publishing exec about this new and thrilling way of publicising a book but she seemed less than overwhelmed. Â Not so, the charming and talented Ayun Halliday who has chosen to ask me to talk about her book here on August 8. Â I have already received, by the delightfully old fashioned medium of the post, a copy of the East Village Inky. Â And the book? Â It should also be in the post. Â When I receive it, I will review it fairly and impartially or maybe Iâ€™ll just force the author to answer a range of inane questions. Â Choices, choices. Â Â This must be what itâ€™s like to be a bookseller whom, the publishing exec tells me glumly, wield all the power in the book world.Â Mind you, Iâ€™m a little unnerved by the nasty tone of this exchange.Â
Would you like to know the title of the book? Â Oh alright so, itâ€™s called “The Big Rumpus” and I reckon itâ€™s probably pretty good because I see Finslippy is a big fan. Â And that Finslippy, I suspect that she is a lover of fine writing and a New Yorker reader in her spare time. Â I would be able to establish this definitively, if only I were going to the “she blogging shindig” but alas I am not.Â Maybe itâ€™s for the best, nobody really likes a stalker. Â I digress.Â Come here on August 8 and hear about the book or perhaps the hairy eyeball.