TEV (and Tingle Alley) receive mentions in this Rochester Post-Bulletin column on blogging.
And for the record, Ed's a pretty hot number hisself ...
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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.
I'd do both of you if I weren't so old, tired and hetero...
Posted by: Jimmy Beck | July 30, 2004 at 09:29 AM
god help us if there's blogger slash fanfic.
Posted by: Sarah | July 30, 2004 at 11:25 AM
Congrats, my highly blogshared darling.
Posted by: Old Hag | July 30, 2004 at 01:02 PM
Maud Newton cracked the whip.
"Get down, bitches," she roared over the white noise generator. "You call yourself literate?"
TEV and Dr. Mabuse covered their loins. They had read neither Jonathan Ames nor Ann Cummins. They would pay the price. The price of literary lust. After all, every litblogger has his harsh mistress.
"You're not leaving this motel room until you've posted a 3,000 word analysis. Gratis!"
"Yes, ma'am," muttered TEV.
"I can't hear you," whispered Maud.
The whip cracked. Mabuse crawled on all fours, his welted rump shivering beneath the 300 thread count duvet, while TEV started typing.
Then a rectangular shaft of light killed the darkness. And that's when the posse walked through the door. There was CAAF, dressed in a mask and a tangerine muumuu, Sarah Weinman, donning a Sherlock Holmes cap and prepared to force the two men (and Birnbaum, Jimmy Beck and Moby -- once, they found the motel room) to wear tartan while offering a summary of Ian Rankin novels, and the Old Hag, who had an uncanny way to get the two men to say "Motherfucker" in ecstacy.
"Their asses will be sore tonight," said the Old Hag.
"Maybe. But neither of their dicks are as huge as Teachout's," said Sarah.
Posted by: slashficwriter | July 30, 2004 at 06:21 PM
Me and my big mouth...
Posted by: Sarah | July 30, 2004 at 06:48 PM
Oh my!
Posted by: birnbaum | July 31, 2004 at 03:07 AM
You have outdone yourself, my friend. I may never sleep again.
Posted by: TEV | July 31, 2004 at 07:39 PM