T-Muffle is stocking up on lavendar salt rubs as we speak

Posted by Lizzie on 12/31/04

Everyone’s talking about how to turn blogs into books, but I, for one, like them exactly as they are: The serialized format, the uncertainty about when the next post is coming, makes for the equivalent of novelistic suspense. If I have only 15 minutes a day for my own pleasure reading, I’ll take to bed, not with a book, but with a Wi-Fi laptop. The only problem with blogs as pleasure reading: You can’t take them into the bathtub.

Dana, this is true. On the other hand, we’re sure if you wanted to take certain BLOGGERS into the bathtub — say, Mark, for instance, or Ed – they would be only too happy to comply.

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Finally, viral marketing used for something other than photos of Britney’s cellulite

Posted by Lizzie on 12/30/04

Tsunami Help has just been mentioned on MSNBC as THE PRIMARY WEB SITE FOR THE RECOVERY EFFORT. Well done, Hurree.

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Youthful pics, as requested

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Orbach Newsday has a gallery of Orbach images. Mediabistro also has a roundup of links. (Scroll down; no permalink.) Orbach’s “Law & Order” performance was so persuasive and indelible – and in no small measure a reflection of Orbach himself – that it has tended to obscure one of the great Broadway careers of the last half century. He played Billy Flynn Orbachagain opposite Chita Rivera and Gwen Verdon in the orginal Broadway production of “Chicago” in 1975, and opposite Jane Alexander in 1965′s “6 Rms Riv Vu.” A generation of Broadway theatergoers almost certainly best remember him as Chuck Baxter in 1968′s “Promises, Promises” – the same role played by Jack Lemmon in Billy Wilder’s 1960 movie adaptation of “The Apartment,” on which Burt Bacharach musical was based – and as Julian Marsh in the original “42nd Street.”

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Great moments in Journalism (pace T-Muffle)

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Know what’s worse than being fired from your job at the paper because your bosses discover your blog? BEING FEATURED AS BLOG OF THE WEEK AT YOUR PAPER THE PREVIOUS WEEK.

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Tell the truth. The novels. Awful or good?

Posted by Lizzie on 12/29/04

Okay. We are very ashamed to admit that the only Sontag we have ever read is On Photography (not really), her essay on camp (very distracted during) and A Mother in History. (Fascinated, but that was Jean Stafford. Shit.) Luckily, Ed has compiled links galore on the author. We will stop being so ADD and read them.

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Brief pause for seriousness

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Huree at Kitabkhana has sent out a URL, Tsunami Help, where people can go for news and information about resources, aid, donations and volunteer efforts. Please go and give. Also, if anyone has any information about local donation sites in your area, please pass it along in the comments.

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Fuck Susan Sontag…LENNIE!

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Brisco Orbach’s Lennie Briscoe was the Philip Marlowe of television, known for his dry, Bogart-like delivery of crime-scene one-liners. Finding a university ID on one murder victim, he quipped, “She can forget about midterms.” Told by a spacey suspect that a crime was the devil’s work, he retorted, “No, this was done by someone who knows the neighborhood. Satan’s not a local.”

Please thank Slate‘s Liz Penn aka Dana Stevens for her fond appreciation of Jerry Orbach aka Lennie Briscoe, the most deadpan cop on the beat. (You have been duly saved from our dramatic reenactment of scene-of-the-murder one-liners we cannot quite remember, e.g., of a garroted doctor, “Now, he’s really tied up,” or of suicide-pact tennis players, “Guess it was Love-Love.”) To hear Orbach sang – who knew he could sang? — listen to NPR’s obit.

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It wasn’t the Republican thing — our books get more stars on Powell’s

Posted by Lizzie on 12/28/04

Just to be completely upfront on monetary matters around here, we’d like to inform you that we briefly were an Amazon link partner, but have now switched to Powell’s links. That means that each time you click on a link to a book that takes you to the Powell’s site, we will make money.* We will not be donating it or anything, and the BOOG already pays for this site **, but we are a nice person and won’t use our $1.50*** a month to crush the weak and dispossessed or anything.

* Not really. EXCEPT IF YOU JUST BOUGHT SOMETHING — THEN, WE MADE TONS. Thanks.
** Sucker!
*** Accurate.

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Lobsters are sort of like Christmas: Trayf, Bright Red, and possessing dangerous claws**

Posted by Lizzie on 12/22/04

We’re about to vault off into our holiday celebrations, so posting will be EVEN SCARCER THAN FORMERLY BELIEVED POSSIBLE around here. If we get a chance, we’re going to read the DWF lobster essay we never got a chance to hit the first time around. If your family is making you bonkers, we suggest you try thinking about being plunged into a vat of boiling water instead*.

* Not, we hope, with longing.
** Get it? Claws? Claus? AS IN SANTA CLAUS? Okay, sorry.

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You know it’s bad when “long shelf-life” is touted as an advantage

Posted by Lizzie on 12/20/04

We know we are books bloggers and, hence, interested in “language”, but language books strike us as the literary gift equivalent of a fruitcake.

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Which also reminds us: Gifts of Robison, Haddon and Greer are welcome here

Posted by Lizzie on 12/19/04

Do you have NO IDEA WHAT TO GET ANYONE? (And, needless to say, too little coin to send nearest and dearest to some island in the Pacific where they will not bother you with their piddling “wish lists”?) Newley Parnell has compiled a list of bloggers’ favorite books of the year. We took the screw-Francine-Prose stance, but we think The Sex Lives of Cannibals: Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific would be a great choice for the pregnant cousin who’s always asking when you’re going to get married.

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We’re not famous (or even writers, really), but you can send us ANYTHING

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Mistaking me for a person of consequence, the lovely folks at the Ruminator Review sent me a free copy*. Especially apropos this holiday season is assistant-to-Neil Gaiman Lorraine Garland’s “What Not to Send Your Favorite Writer”:

10. Food
Unless you are a proper Food Company, what you send will not arrive in anything like the condition you sent it out in. Writers, or anyone, tend to become rather dubious upon viewing the crumpled remains of what was once possibly cookies. Also, somewhere deep in our darkest recesses, all of us remember: Don’t Take Candy From Strangers. I mean, sure, odds are a million to one that this is the final crazed fan who has coated the little goodies with arsenic, but who wants to take chances?

Send wine. Or scotch. Single malt. Old single malt.

8. Invitations for events Next Month
Writers tend to be busy. It takes writers a very long time to write a book (no, I don’t know why, it just DOES). Unless you are signing yourself HRH Elizabeth R. or including the words “beach house,” “Maui” and “business class airfare,” next month is probably not going to work.

* Unrelated: Whoever addressed that envelope, you have BEAUTIFUL handwriting. You should hire yourself out as a personal scriptor, if such things still exist.

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With New Age and Atheist options

Posted by Lizzie on 12/18/04

Yea verily, and it came to pass, after Horatio Christ was baptized by being submerged in doberman he gave the sermon on the lentil soup. At the sermon on the lentil soup Horatio Christ taught: Blessed are the oozing for they shall bite the children, and sticky are the heated for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Horatio Christ also performed many miracles such as when he turned artichokes into sanitary napkins at his friend’s wedding, and made the stenchful man not so stenchful. Unfortunately the rulers became angry with the influence of Horatio Christ, So they stole him without a avocado . But someday he will return in magnificent glory…

Via Amy DeferarriCreate your own religion.

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Dental inventors of the world, listen up

Posted by Lizzie on 12/16/04

If you can develop a drill that does not make a ear-splicing scream that can penetrate even a Walkman tuned to NPR at the highest volume, you will make one billion dollars.

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I’m feel so seriously about it, I’m reduced to “I”

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I can’t explain my current obsession with John P. Marquand and Richard Yates. Perhaps it’s the patina of war (I and II), now apropos. Perhaps it’s these authors’ steady examination of fate, the slow swing of the pendulum, in Yates’ case, resting on failure, and in Marquand’s, in a strange redemption (if you look left, you’ll see I already said that, but it’s late). In any case, if you want a peep-hole into WASP strivings and proof that Jonathan Franzen is indeed a very, very bad writer, try these two.

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* Please note that this doesn’t mean we wouldn’t be happy to receive free copies

Posted by Lizzie on 12/14/04

For old times’ sake (and because we have SO much work to avoid)….the weekly Publishers Marketplace roundup!*

KEY WORD: EXCRUCIATING
Author of October’s Today Show Book Club pick A Window Across the River Brian Morton’s BREAKABLE YOU, a story of love, tragedy, literary treachery and the comforting, sometimes excruciating endurance of family, long after a marriage breaks up, again to Ann Patty at Harcourt, for publication in 2006, by Harvey Klinger at Harvey Klinger.

THAT’S NOT ALL THEY WOULDN’T TOUCH
Former In Style UK associate editor Polly Williams’ YUMMY MUMMY, a true-to-life novel about the social cliques and mores of new motherhood, with observations of the “Yummy Mummies,” a new breed of Mom who never misses a Pilates session and whose glossed lips wouldn’t touch a bad carb, to Hyperion, in a two-book deal, for publication beginning in spring 2006, by Kim Witherspoon at Inkwell Management (US).

EXCEPT INSTEAD OF CUTTING JAKE’S NOSTRIL, THE CRIMINALS REFUSE TO VALIDATE
Penny Rudolph’s THICKER THAN BLOOD, billed as a latter-day Chinatown in which a recovering alcoholic and down on her luck woman inherits an LA parking garage, only to find herself caught in the deadly cross-fire of California’s water wars, political power-plays, and murder, to Robert Rosenwald at Poisoned Pen Press, by Sorche Fairbank at Fairbank Literary Representation.

LIST PRICE: $32.95. ADVANCE: $250K. BEING BILLED AS “ZADIE SMITH’S BOYFRIEND”: PRICELESS
Zadie Smith’s boyfriend Nick Laird’s debut novel UTTERLY MONKEY, set in London and Northern Ireland, about two reunited friends who discover that one of them has accidentally stolen money from a terrorist organization, to John Williams at Harper, by Natasha
Fairweather at AP Watt.

KEY PHRASE: “SEEMINGLY ENDLESS”
Beth Orsoff’s CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL DATER, humorous chick-lit about a thirty-two year old entertainment attorney’s dating misadventures, from chance meetings to blind dates and dating services and internet dating, a seemingly endless array of bad dates in her search for a man worth holding on to, to Rose Hilliard at NAL, in a nice deal, by Barbara Collins Rosenberg (world).

AND…FILM RIGHTS TO MICHAEL JACKSON
The first three titles in William Nicholson’s new series THE NOBLE WARRIORS, beginning with SEEKER, the story of a boy who longs to join the order of warrior monks called the Nomana, but first he has to redeem his beloved older brother who has been “cleansed” and banished from the temple, to Allyn Johnston at Harcourt Children’s, by Nancy Gallt, on behalf of Rosemary Canter at PFD.

BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT 12-YEAR-OLDS WANT. TO RELIVE EMBARASSING MOMENTS.
Christine Deriso’s DO-OVER, in which a 12-year-old girl acquires the magic power of turning back time to relive awkward or embarrassing moments and slowly learns that the only power she needs is the courage to be true to herself, to Michelle Poploff at Delacorte Children’s, in a two-book deal, by Sara Crowe at Trident Media Group (NA).

GLORIA IS REALLY REGRETTING REJECTING THAT “IDOL” GIG RIGHT ABOUT NOW
Singer/songwriter Gloria Estefan’s children’s picture book, featuring her bulldog Noelle, “who doesn’t feel like she fits into the new and mythical land she now calls home,” including a CD with a new song based on Noelle’s story, to Rayo, for publication in November 2005, by Estefan Enterprises (English and Spanish).

FUCKIN’ FEMINISTS
Sherri Winston’s THE KAYLA CHRONICLES, about a teenage girl coming into her own and her multifaceted, loving black family*, and how her chances for a “normal” high school life seem doomed when her feminist friends pressure her to try out for the high school’s nationally ranked dance squad – in order to write a dirt-dishing expose** for the school newspaper, to Jennifer Hunt at Little, Brown Children’s, by George Nicholson at Sterling Lord Literistic (world).

SHE BATHED IN THE BLOOD OF YOUNG VIRGINS! PARIS HILTON IS PLAYING HER IN THE MOVIE!
Alisa Libby’s THE WINTER CHAMBER, a suspense/ horror novel based on the real-life story of Erzebet Bathory, the “Blood Countess” of Hungarian legend, obsessed with never having to grow old, and the terrible secrets behind her youthful appearance, to Mark McVeigh at Dutton, in a nice deal, by Esmond Harmsworth at Zachary Shuster Harmsworth Literary Agency (world).

LET’S HOPE SHE’S BRIGHTER THAN WHOEVER THINKS IT’S SPELLED “CLICK”
Los Angeles high school teacher L. Divine’s debut YA novel DRAMA HIGH: Volume 1, featuring a quick-witted, 15-year-old AP student being raised by her grandmother in Compton, who is bussed to a predominately white high school in the South Bay, and the click of friends she hangs out with, to Stacey Barney at Amistad, in a two-book deal, by Jenoyne Adams at Levine Greenberg Literary Agency (world).

GET THEE TO A SHOW ON TLC
Lisa Klein’s debut THE TRUE AND NOBLE HISTORY OF OPHELIA, in which Shakespeare’s much abused heroine gets a makeover, to Julie Romeis at Bloomsbury, in a nice deal, by Carolyn French at Fifi Oscard Agency (world).

AND, BY “PORTUGUESE,” WE ACTUALLY MEAN “PERVYWORLD”
Portugese rights to Gemma Lienas’s El diario rojo de Carlota, the latest in the “Carlota” series, about a teenager girl who discovers sexuality and its secrets and keeps a record of all she learns in her journal, to Ediçoes Duarte Reis in Portugal, by Bernat Fiol at the Antonia Kerrigan Literary Agency.

PRETTY GOOD TWIST, BUT I THINK YOU NEED AN EXCLAMATION POINT AFTER “GUY” TO GET THE FULL EFFECT–AS IN, “….AND HE’S THE GOOD GUY!”
Portuguese rights to John De Vito’s THE DEVIL’S APOCRYPHA, a revisionist novel of the Bible told from Satan’s point of view – and he’s the good guy, to Wagner Veneziani Costa at Madras Editora in Brazil, by Judy Klein at Kleinworks.

CALLING MALCOLM GLADWELL
Author Lawrence Schimel and illustrator Sara Rojo Pérez’s tenth picture book together, ANDRÉS AND THE COPYISTS, about why it’s OK for the copyists in the Museum to imitate the great masters to learn their techniques, but not OK for Andrés to copy from a fellow student on an exam, to Ediciones Aldeasa, for publication in English and Spanish in spring 2005.

THE ONLY REASON THEY’RE STILL MARRIED IS BECAUSE CHANGING “RUOTOLO-BEHRENDT” BACK TO “RUOTOLO” FORCES YOU TO CONFRONT THE FACT THAT YOU WENT AROUND CALLING YOURSELF “RUOTOLO-BEHRENDT” FOR A WHILE
Co-author of bestselling He’s Just Not That Into You Greg Behrendt and Amiira Ruotolo-Behrendt’s IT’S CALLED A BREAK-UP BECAUSE IT’S BROKEN: The Smart Girl’s Break-up Buddy, a relationship book that offers straight talk, tough love, and humorous yet useful tips on how to survive and get over break-ups, to Ann Campbell at Broadway, by Andrea Barzvi at ICM (NA).

THIS WOULD BE MORE INSPIRING WERE NOT BEVERLY HILLS LANDSCAPING THE CURRENT FORM OF SHARECROPPING
Joe Massengale and the Massengale Brothers SIX LESSONS FOR SIX SONS: The Joe Massengale Way, as told to David Clow, with a foreword by George Foreman, distilling the inspiring stories of Joe’s rags to riches life – from East Texas sharecropper to the first successful African American landscaper in Beverly Hills – into six core values to help overcome adversity and succeed, to Julia Pastore at Harmony, by Adam Chromy at Artists and Artisans (world).

MANUSCRIPTS WERE MADE
Former CIA director George Tenet’s book, co-authored by spokesman Bill Harlow, offering a candid discussion of what it was like working for two administrations, two political parties, and two very different national security teams, positioned as “an historical look at what happened but [that[ will also provide insight into the challenges that face the U.S. and its allies in the coming years,” to Rick Horgan at Crown, at auction, by Bob Barnett at Williams & Connolly (world).

OKAY, NOW YOU JUST SEEM CRAZY
Craig Unger’s WORLD WAR IV, a sequel to HOUSE OF BUSH, HOUSE OF SAUD describing the affiliation of the oil lobby, the neocons, and the evangelical Christians, again to Colin Harrison at Scribner, the option publisher, by Sloan Harris at ICM.

TOO…MANY…JOKES…ABOUT…BLOOD…STAINS
University of Pennsylvania professor Caroline Weber’s QUEEN OF FASHION: What Marie Antoinette Wore to the Revolution, laying bare a life of almost unequaled power and constraints through the prism of the clothes she wore from her first steps on French soil at the tender age of fourteen to her last, up the steps to the guillotine, twenty-three years later, to George Hodgman at Holt, in a good deal, at auction, by Rob McQuilkin at Lippincott Massie McQuilkin (NA).

WELL, WE’RE RELIEVED IT WASN’T BASED ON SOME GOOGLING DURING A TWO-WEEK BENDER
Charles Shields’ MOCKINGBIRD, the first biography of Harper Lee, based on several years of research, to George Hodgman at Holt, by Jeff Kleinman at Graybill & English (NA).

AND, WE TRUST BY “DIGITALLY-SAVVY, MULTI-TASKING UBER-CONSUMERS,” YOU ACTUALLY MEAN “IPOD-INFESTED DOUCHEBAGS WITH ADD”
Corporate marketing trainer and co-author of DON’T THINK PINK Lisa Johnson’s book on the values and cravings of Generations X and Y — a new breed of digitally-savvy, multi-tasking uber-
consumers, the transparent marketing strategies needed to reach them, and the influential thinkers and cutting-edge companies that succeed, to Wylie O’Sullivan at Free Press, by Kim Goldstein at the Susan Golomb Agency (world).

YOU CAN HAVE MY FOAM-ENCLOSED WHOPPER WHEN YOU PRY IT FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS
Muscle & Fitness Magazine’s “Recipe Dr.” Devin Alexander’s DOWN SIZE ME, for fast food lovers who want to indulge in the flavor of a Carl’s Jr. Six-Dollar Burger and Chili Cheese Fries and Dairy Queen’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Blizzards but forego the expense***, the calories, and unhealthy additives by making such specialties right in their own kitchens, to Miriam Backes at Rodale, in a nice deal, by Lisa Ekus at Lisa Ekus Public Relations.

SIMPLE THING #1: DON’T MARRY A DAD WHO NEEDS AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE
Parenting and education expert Michele Borba, Ph.D.’s STORIES OF GREAT MOMS: Simple Things Moms Do to Make a Difference, presenting inspirational stories and practical strategies from moms around the country who are having a positive impact on their children’s lives, to Alan Rinzler at Jossey-Bass, by Joelle Delbourgo at Joelle Delbourgo Associates (NA).

Simon Rose and Steve Caplin’s DAD STUFF, an illustrated guide to putting the fun back into being a father, full of useful explanations such as how to cope with the question “are we there yet?” and how to invent bedtime stories to lull your children to sleep, to Tricia Medved at Broadway, in a pre-empt, by Byrd Leavell at Inkwell Management, on behalf of Sam Copeland at Curtis Brown UK.

OKAY, WHATEVER EDITORIAL ASSISTANT WROTE THIS NEEDS TO CONSIDER A DIFFERENT VOCATION
Boston Globe film critic Ty Burr’s BORN ON THE SIDE OF A HILL: On Watching Old Movies with Children, an entertaining guide to watching old movies with children, to Marty Asher at Vintage, by Sarah Burnes at Burnes & Clegg (NA).

HOW DO YOU SAY, “THANKS FOR CAUSING ME TO BE COPIED ON EIGHT-THOUSAND NEWSLETTER EMAILS THIS HOLIDAY SEASON”?
J. Beverly Daniel’s FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS FOR THE HOLIDAYS, the second in the Finding the Right Words series, a little reference book with lists of useful phrases for writing Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza and New Year greeting cards, along with how-to tips for writing family newsletters, to Miki Nuding at Pocket, in a nice deal, by Mary Tahan at Mary M. Tahan Literary Agency (world).

IF IT’S ALL THE SAME TO YOU, WE WOULD JUST AS SOON NEVER SEE THE WORD “DOCU-STYLE” AGAIN
Publishers of Pound, Canada’s largest hip hop and urban culture magazine, Christian Pearce and Rodrigo Bascunan’s ENTER THE BABYLON SYSTEM, a docu-style cultural history of the gun from a hip hop perspective, featuring interviews with gun runners, manufacturers, firearms aficionados, major hip-hop artists and victims of gun violence, to Craig Pyette at Random House Canada, in a nice deal (world).

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* As opposed to those sadly globular black families
** As opposed to those discreet exposes
*** Literally, the expense

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A small victory

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Spotted in the checkout aisle of Giant Supermarket: “Express line: 10 items or fewer.”*

* If people stop saying “impactful,” we will believe in Santa again.

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Somehow missing: Italo Calvino and “Sex and the City”

Posted by Lizzie on 12/10/04

Utter Wonder has imagined what it would be like if preeminent authors had written for sitcoms. Strangely enough, this one is true:

Jonathon Safran Foer and Perfect Strangers
Working as an intern for ABC at the young age of 11, prodigy Safran Foer convinced executives to let him write a pilot about two friends from different backgrounds living under one wacky roof. It’s obvious that this episode laid the groundwork for his critically acclaimed debut novel Everything is Illuminated. From Bronson Pinchot’s funny-accented Balki to Mark Linn-Baker’s perpetually exasperated Larry, there are numerous aspects of the show that remind one of the book. It’s fascinating to see Safran Foer at the early stages of his career fine-tuning his gift for writing funny-accented and exasperated characters. Why they’re bothering to make a film version of the Everything is Illuminated is beyond me; Perfect Strangers is all you need.
GRADE: B

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Vendela Vida, this is called “writing”

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Bookninja has gathered everything you could want to know about the lovely and talented Aimee Bender (certainly enough to allow you to avoid all your relatives during the holidays). Now, George, where’s our Judy Budnitz roundup?

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CELEBRATE YOUR PREFERENCES!

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In 2002, The New Yorker published George Saunders’ My Flamboyant Grandson, a story about an ad-riddled dystopia filled with holographic commercials and a cacophony of ads targeted at your particular ear. We mention this not to prove how smart and chock-full of information we are, but to warn you that, according to NPR, something like Saunder’s vision is coming to a Target shelf near you:

We left the Eisner and started up Broadway, the Everly Readers in the sidewalk reading the Everly Strips in our shoes, the building-mounted mini-screens at eye level showing images reflective of the Personal Preferences we’d stated on our monthly Everly Preference Worksheets, the numerous Cybec Sudden Emergent Screens outthrusting or down-thrusting inches from our faces, and in addition I could very clearly hear the sound-only messages being beamed to me and me alone via various Kakio Aural Focussers, such as one that shouted out to me between Forty-second and Forty-third, “Mr. Petrillo, you chose Burger King eight times last fiscal year but only two times thus far this fiscal year, please do not forsake us now, there is a store one block north!,” in the voice of Broadway star Elaine Weston, while at Forty-third a light-pole-mounted Focusser shouted, “Golly, Leonard, remember your childhood on the farm in Oneonta? Why not reclaim those roots with a Starbucks Country Roast?,” in a celebrity rural voice I could not identify, possibly Buck Owens, and then, best of all, in the doorway of PLC Electronics, a life-size Gene Kelly hologram suddenly appeared, tap-dancing, saying, “Leonard, my data indicates you’re a bit of an old-timer like myself! Gosh, in our day life was simpler, wasn’t it, Leonard? Why not come in and let Frankie Z. explain the latest gizmos!” And he looked so real I called out to Teddy, “Teddy, look there, Gene Kelly, do you remember I mentioned him to you as one of the all-time great dancers?” But Teddy of course did not see Gene Kelly, Gene Kelly not being one of his Preferences, but instead saw his hero Babar, swinging a small monkey on his trunk while saying that his data indicated that Teddy did not yet own a Nintendo.

Related: If you don’t want to give money to people who give money to Bush, Shop Blue. [First seen at Miss Maud's.] And if you get fat over the holidays, don’t work it off at Curves.

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