I'm sitting in an airport where someone just had Elliot Spitzer paged to Gate 32. No one seemed to notice. Though it would have been funnier to have him paged to Gate 9.
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In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.
That was me. Glad you caught it. ;)
Posted by: Liberty | March 13, 2008 at 08:17 PM
How about Gate 69?
I'm so bad.
Posted by: Jim H. | March 14, 2008 at 11:33 AM