Why Maureen Dowd Should Avoid Bookstores

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Recently, Maureen Dowd went to a bookstore. This shouldn’t be news, but one suspects this was a rare event in her life. One also suspects she’ll avoid the experience in the future. What she saw terrified her: nubile pink books snuggled up against aged gray novels. Surely she thought the sweet young things would take the gravitas right out of William Shakespeare. The thought that fake fiction had made its way into our home is alarming Dowd’s faux outrage was because the sea of chicklit that threatened to drown out the classics. Yeah, it’s not like most of those are […]

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The Dear Reader Letter – Now With Lies And Humiliation

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It’s been a little over two years when Booksquare suggested I blog over here. It was December 2004. My first book was out, and BS thought people might want to read about a first time author’s trials and tribulations. Or maybe she didn’t think I’d really do it and has been secretly laughing about it behind her hand all this time. So, some of you have suffered under my first attempts at writing a blog including my horrible efforts with adding tags, links and quotes. (Believe me, this used to be a lot harder.) I’ve shared the first time I

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Puzzling Over MySpace

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We woke today with grand plans to execute a post with brilliance and wit, but now we’re, well, thinking about the MySpace thing and, as always, remain puzzled by the media’s insistence that it’s going to save the world (when we all know that fate rests on the fragile shoulders of Peter Petrelli). While we’re all for going where the action is and whatnot, the truth of the matter is that MySpace is a train wreck disguised as a useful tool. On the surface, MySpace is the bee’s knees. It’s blogging, it’s tagging, it’s social networking. You have sound, words,

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Dressed For Oppressed

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Yesterday, guest blogger Diane Lefer set the stage for today’s post by telling us about symbols and their visceral impact on people. In today’s installment, she protests, goes to jail, wins a grant, doesn’t get the money, learns that key to surviving incarceration is knowing show tunes, deals with a cat who isn’t shy about her emotional problems, writes a book, sells a book, discovers that selling a book is a little like selling your soul, protests the war (or rather the fact that due process isn’t applied equally or fairly), and learns, yes, that sometimes the government comes through.

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When Symbols Matter

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We are proud to say that we meet many fascinating people. What seems like a casual hello at an open house can lead to a lengthy, intense discussion about something you never expected. When we met Diane Lefer at a party, we discovered that a mutual friend had been trying to get us in the same room for years (we also realized that we had, indeed, been in the same room many times, most likely at opposite ends of the bar). Diane, we discovered, has a secret past, but it is her current avocation that held us in thrall. The

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