Dirty Martini
gets what he cant want
I find that incredibly depressing.
On the one hand. On the other, publishing has always been about identifying then creating a section of the reading public and milking it for all it's got.
Like publishing a novel called 'Badger Baiting in the Rue de Lyon' because someone somewhere has just published a novel called 'Mackerel Fishing in the Sudan'. That shit drives me nuts
I thought Wonder Boys was ace - have Kavalier and Klay on loan, and The Mysteries of Pittsburgh on my shelf to come. I'm going to read them with an open mind though - it's the only way I can.
Not read WB, but loved K&K for the notion if not the last 150 pages, and The Yiddish Policeman's Union, which was bit too perfect but a lot of fun nevertheless.