Springsteen gets political.
The magnificent UK pop trio, Atomic Kitten, finally comes stateside for our enjoyment.
To rescue her, the prince not only has to kill the evil drag queen, but must first hack his way through a forest of thorns, which resemble nothing so much as the most threatening, coarsest and blackest patch of pubic hair ever animated.
I considered this for a moment, and then asked him if he knew where the Donny and Marie Osmond albums were. He ponderously led me to them, indicating them with a sniff and derisive wave of his hands. "Thanks," I said, "Just checking," and left him there, all a-quiver.
Iraq? Afghanistan? No, movie theaters.
A picture worth a thousand words. Well, maybe one word.
A blogger responds directly to the rhetoric of one of the leading Democratic challengers as the campaigns gear up for the first debate this Saturday.
Need a short compact yet interesting read this summer? Try The Afterword and explore the "art of the novel" and the role of faith and meaning in modern life. Intriguing no?
It's a tremendously entertaining read, and clatters along bouncing off one academic caricature after another, the plot becoming progressively more tangled and absurd, until everything comes crashing down at the very end. Literally.
Carroll sort of lives in a literary limbo- his books aren't flashy enough to get much play as fantasy or horror, and his name isn't Hispanic enough for it to count as magic realism. But his best work fits equally well with Powers or Borges (not to mention James Blaylock, Robertson Davies, Bradley Denton, Lisa Golstein...).
Paris' legendary restaurant Tour d'Argent will serve its 1 millionth duck next week. But the writeup sounds as if it were written by PETA or the author of the Crunchy Frog sketch.