About yesterday. I totally MEANT to post. But I was really, really busy. Sorry. Please don’t be mad. Why are you mad? What did you think I did? I swear I wasn’t watching bad TV. There’s no evidence. Someone was standing in front of the camera.
YOU JUST DON’T FATHOM ME.
Anyway, the week in publishing went on while I put in 27 hour days, and here’s what happened:
The LA Times discovered that books are graying along with the graying boomers who read them. Great. I sure can’t wait to read a slew of novels about those darned Internet computer problems and how terrible popular culture is these days but oh my goodness how groovy is Dancing With the Stars I just love that host honey will you pass the merlot?
The New York Times released its top 10 books of the year. And of those I’ve read exactly…. well, they’re on my to-read list anyway.
In other New York Times news, friend of the blog Sean Lindsay from 101 Reasons to Stop Writing was featured on THE OFFICIAL NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW BLOG! Wow. We’ll all say we knew him when we were still writing.
Via Publishers Lunch, the future is being invented… now. E-ink, which really looks like ink on paper only it involves neither, is moving into color and quickly improving. They’re working on making bendable displays and it will even soon be able to render video. The future is coming, and don’t say I didn’t warn you!
And finally, Norman Mailer posthumously won this year’s Bad Sex in Fiction Award for a “winning” passage which, according to the Washington Post, involved the allegedly incestuous encounter between Hitler’s parents. You just can’t make this stuff up. Although I’m sure the only reason anyone had the guts to give Mailer this award is that they don’t have to worry that someday he’d kick their ass. RIP, Champ!
Have a great weekend!