April 23, 2007


S. Hallowhal

The real place to catch Leader talking Kingsley on le cote droit is the following night (4/25) when he appears at Olsson's at 418 7th St NW in DC, 7 pm, "in conversation" with Christopher Hitchens. Count on Hitch to trot out the story about catching "Beverly Hills Cop" with Amis fils and pere.

S. Hallowhal

And where Hitch is concerned...somebody posting a comment at the Hitchens Watch blog remarks that the other day he ran into a Jesuit priest (one of his old profs - maybe it's a Georgetown alum posting, don't know) who asked "what happened" to Hitch. The poster offered a psychological explanation, but reports the Black Pope's minion wanted "empirical proof." So next time you see a Jesuit with two big trash bags full of empties...which reminds me: Hitchens and two rabbis walk into a bar and...tune in tomorrow. Same Hitch-time (3 am), same Hitch-station (WJWB).


Why do you blog like you're kind some of business or institution? Why don't you write like a human?

Cosmo Fleischhacker

>Why do you blog like you're kind some of business or institution? Why don't you write like a human?

But they do.

Steven Augustine

Adam Gopnik's (sp?) recent take on K.A.'s oeuvre was surprisingly American and rather tone-deaf (the writing in Old Devils was *"flat"*?)...meanwhile, on a personal level, it's a drag that Leader (or anyone, really) is highly unlikely to make it to Berlin on a promo tour.

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