I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew.

600 person-strong Amazon review joke (ok I nicked this off some other blog but don't remember where now)


..ok just realised this might be quite a well-known 'viral' (but how well-known? how would we know? can someone not make an accurate chart of these things?! tracking cookies must be useful for something) there's a milk one too. the magic is now broken slightly. but i think the shirt still stands up on its own.

i think i should get a dog

paragraphs 2 - 4 -- appreciation

- not voodoo

fiction fiction fiction fiction cultural outreach program?

New Yorker Fiction Podcasts

I wanted to title this 'best-kept fiction secret*' with the asterisk conceding that it likely isn't much of a secret to anyone Stateside, or maybe just anyone outside of Jersey CI. But what was drawing me to such an uninspired phrase, a cliché even inaccurate? Hard to say. And I'm gonna blame it on island uninspiration in general. shiiiiit.

But this really is some kind of cross-atlantic -thrown lifebuoy, a voice over the airwaves, a beacon of if not hope then at least some kind of entertainment

Each week some (generally younger) New Yorker-published author chooses, reads and discusses a piece of short fiction from another (generally older) New Yorker-published author. There's Updike, Nabokov, Jorge Luis Borgess, loads of other people I haven't heard of but probably should have...

quite liked Jean Stafford - Children Are Bored on Sundays. 'Invalid Souls'.

I could make more of a list. I haven't listened to them all yet. I can come back.