Nothing To See Here
For you few, you happy few, I have little to offer. Many things have come up, work-wise, this week, and I'm at least three or four days away from finishing my next volume in the 50 Book Challenge. So instead I direct you here for some New-Jack book criticism. The editors of The Morning News hired interesting, smart people to judge this strange Tournament Of Books. To borrow from Cronenberg a little: "All Hail The New Snark"! Take out the long knives, book critics. Let's be cruel occasionally.
And check out Sarah Weinman on the Edgar Awards. Scroll down past the top couple of posts. One gets the feeling that English-language literature is about to take a seismic shift toward the interesting. Genre is happening, and I don't mean as the experimental playground of "literary" types. That period is about to come to an end. Based on the reading list I've compiled for this year, and just on books that people are recommending to me, the future is noir and science fiction. Or maybe I'm just a nerd. Or both.
Also, um, Jane Friedman? Where was my Publishing Plus?
Well, I guess I did have stuff to talk about after all. Now I need to develop a signature sign-off as part of my new, fully authentic Self-Branding process. How about Bon Appetit, Mis Amigos! That's a start.
Bon Appetit, Mis Amigos!
NP