Entertainment Weekly has a page of books in the newest issue, all under the heading “Gifts For Mom”. Only a fraction of them are supposedly For The Mom Who Likes To Read. And one of those titles is by Norman Mailer’s ex-wife/widow (not sure which), “dishing on the last 27 years of their turbulent marriage.”
Because nothing says “celebration of your greatness in my life” like a nice cozy read from a bitter wife. For the record, I forgo all such tomes in the wake of Crystal Zevon’s nightmarish biography of her late ex-husband Warren. He may have directed her to include “all the bad stuff”, because it sounds like something he would say. But I don’t think he meant “…to the exclusion of all the good stuff.”
And on another note of my lack of gratefulness…
I came down here to write this entry. But there was a new comment under the previous and since comments are rare as hens’ teeth, which is to be expected when the posting regularity is also rare, I jumped to read it. It was some dude called Warren who took the time to come here and post his heartfelt belief that I am the French word for “shower”. I assume it isn’t Zevon, as he is dead. Then again, it could be him making the trip down from his viewing perch in heaven to reassure me that my self-image should remain deservedly low.
The more likely explanation is that Le Warren is a visitor from Post Politics, who linked me this morning for my criticism of Stacey Campfield’s “Humour”. And that reminds me. I meant to say this before, but didn’t. While I am VERY sorry that A.C. Kleinheider lost the gig at Post Politics, I have to admit that I do hope he finds another gig where I don’t feel like I’m wading through rusty needles and diarrhea to read his work. Most of the regular participants at PP (yep, it is) seemed to be people who enjoyed having base nastiness as their chief (or only) hobby. Much of my recent adversion to politics is born out of visits to ACK’s venue. It’ll be nice when he lands somewhere less icky.