Author name: Booksquare

We are, admittedly, lousy at math and only so-so on geography. Or maybe it’s the other way around. When one article combines both, well, we can only hope to muddle through. Let us get through the math problem first: Alas, the fans of serious—i.e., challenging—fiction are a group that figuratively fits in the palm of your hand. John O’Brien, of the Center for Book Culture, told me he thought this band may include no more than 35,000 people nationwide, and they’re concentrated largely around universities. Maybe, on a good day, up to a few hundred thousand. So the number of […]

We are not much for reading between the lines, so may have misinterpreted this: There will be no original content on Beatrice today (from me, that is), as I am out on personal business all day. In a related matter, the Significant Other will henceforth be referred to on this blog as Mrs. Beatrice. On the off chance we’re interpreting the various letters and such correctly, congratulations Ron and Mrs. B! Too Busy Thinking ‘Bout My Baby (I Ain’t Got Time For Nothing Else)

Okay, here’s the deal. We have a secret weakness for television. Sure, we make fun of it, but we believe television is our generation’s, well, television. Despite the fact that TiVo, that glorious invention, has made time shifting our new hobby (previously shape shifting, but we do so love food), we make it a point to watch Arrested Development every Sunday night. As a rule, shows we enjoy are inevitably cancelled. Naturally, Arrested Development has been on the edge for as long as it’s been on the air. We do not have warm fuzzies about signing loyalty oaths, but, if

Where we expected white smoke, we got a black spot. Darn that Happy Booker for crushing our aspirations. We know she’s trying to figure out where we park the Booksquaremobile after we’re done fighting crime. It’s so hard being a blogger of mystery. You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book do you want to be? This is the spinach versus french fries question. You know what’s good for you, but, man, salty snacks. So very fun. However, in the interest of preserving the printed word for all eternity, we must choose To Kill A Mockingbird. It is our signature book.

We have been uncovered: cranky blogger by day, mild mannered student by night. What started as an innocent foray into the world of academia became an experience we can only describe as all Tod Goldberg, all the time. You know things are weird when we start inventing games* — ours was how many connections we had to make between an event and Mr. Goldberg. Our longest stretch was three. They say it’s a small blogosphere. Who knew that they were actually right? Needless to say, things are going to change around here. No more long, rambling posts about whatever catches

Remember when life was simple? That golden era when you merely had to worry about the books on your shelves, the magazines cluttering your coffee table, the CDs in your player, the clothes you wore, the car you drove, the cell phone you used, the coffee your drank? Yes, it was a simpler time. We long for those days, back before people made judgments based on our playlists (for the record, we have one gigantic mess and the iPod set on random; this shouldn’t surprise anyone). Yes, this story is part of our continuing series chronicling technology and how it