Advance Publicity. Please click on the links or you will be baffled. Or perhaps you will be baffled anyway.

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.  My wait is over.  I have been selected to be an independent bookshop for a day.  I am more excited than I can say.  I have told the publishing exec about this new and thrilling way of publicising a book but she seemed less than overwhelmed.  Not so, the charming and talented Ayun Halliday who has chosen to ask me to talk about her book here on August 8.  I have already received, by the delightfully old fashioned medium of the post, a copy of the East Village Inky.  And the book?  It should also be in the post.  When I receive it, I will review it fairly and impartially or maybe I’ll just force the author to answer a range of inane questions.  Choices, choices.   This must be what it’s like to be a bookseller whom, the publishing exec tells me glumly, wield all the power in the book world.  Mind you, I’m a little unnerved by the nasty tone of this exchange. 

Would you like to know the title of the book?  Oh alright so, it’s called “The Big Rumpus” and I reckon it’s probably pretty good because I see Finslippy is a big fan.  And that Finslippy, I suspect that she is a lover of fine writing and a New Yorker reader in her spare time.  I would be able to establish this definitively, if only I were going to the “she blogging shindig” but alas I am not.  Maybe it’s for the best, nobody really likes a stalker.  I digress.  Come here on August 8 and hear about the book or perhaps the hairy eyeball.