Was it only a matter of time?

Dean Koontz pulls and Orson Scott Card... out of his ass. Now it's not only his books that suck, it's his personality too!


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Cuckoo! I AM XENU! I AM XENU!! Cuckoo!

A look at the whackjob leader of the Scientology cult.


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Do you feel sorry for the sociopathic drunk or laugh at him?

Can't we do both? That's how we do things in my family. Ladies and gentlemen: Franz Wright, literary nutbar. (From Bookslut)


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The Baker Street Irregulars
Street urchins, writers, same thing.

Drawing its name from the street urchins Holmes occasionally employed to help in investigations, the BSI has numbered among its members former presidents Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry S Truman, any number of prominent lawyers and doctors, a former president of U.S. Steel, a former vice president of General Motors, the Marquis of Donegall, and such noted authors as Rex Stout, Isaac Asimov, Vincent Starrett, Christopher Morley, Alexander Woolcott, Ellery Queen, and sportswriter Red Smith.

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One of the recent issues of the New Yorker has a really great piece about this. It reads like a Holmes story itself. Lots of interesting trivia too, like the fact that Doyle grew to hate Holmes. I don't have a link for the article, but here's a short interview with the author:

http://newyorker.com/online/content/?041213on_onlineonly01

When you have eliminated the nutbar, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the body

A Sherlock Holmes scholar commits suicide and, in a grisly act of revenge, tries to implicate a rival. Who knew the world of Holmes scholarship was so... stupid. I wish more fanatics would kill themselves in the styles/methods of their heroes.I'm holding out for the Xmen suicide pact. That should be messy. (From Moby)



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Were there any classic children's lit authors who weren't freaks?
I once saw a comic in which Peter Pan was a vampire. Seems like a reasonable reading to me, especially if you know anything about J.M. Barrie's strange life.

James worshipped his dead brother with a devotion that carried the taint of jealousy. Once, he even entered his mother's presence wearing a suit of David's clothes. The residue of the calamity, as it eventually seeped into Barrie's art, was the conviction that a perfect child who dies on the eve of his fourteenth birthday will be spared the degradation of growing up, and that the death will be outshone by the thought of the perfection—so blindingly, perhaps, that the boy will seem scarcely to have passed away at all.

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If you're familiar with Mordecai Richler's oeuvre, you'll know that this idea originates with him....

Read a book, get oral sex

http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/11/05/newyork.sex.reut/index.html

Ah, the Internet: Land of the Free (and Premium Subscription) and Home of Your Average Psychotic, Hate-filled, Book-assassin Stalker

Can you imagine releasing your book and then having some old enemy write "review" after hateful "review?" I'm sure this can't be the first time (LOL* from Goodreports) this has happened...



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Matricide, the only way for a gal to supercede her literary legacy. Could this be what you were on about, Bryson?

Edited by author 11-22-2003 02:38 PM
Man, she puts DBC Pierre to shame! The next Booker winner, penned from prison?