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.