Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to me
Found some speakers for free
In the trash
Sonic cash
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Found some speakers for free
In the trash
Sonic cash
Happy Birthday to me
I've written before about the Crippen & Landru publication of <I>The Archer Files: The Complete Short Stories of Lew Archer, Private Investigator, Including Newly Discovered Case Notes</I>, edited by Tom Nolan, which has a cover by my buddy <A HREF="http://www.jeffwong.com/caricature.htm">Jeff Wong</A>, who also happens to be an internationally acknowledged expert on Macdonald.
Nick Hornby gets an unusual request.
Memory
<BR>
All alone in the moonlight
<BR>
I can smile at 10 minutes ago
<BR>
I was beautiful then
<BR>
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
<BR>
Let the memory live again
<BR>
For 10 whole minutes. . . .
According to an AP poll, one out of every four Americans hasn't read a single book in the last year. Okay, maybe I <I>can</I> believe that, but whenever I read articles like this, they inevitably include some guy (and yes, it is always a guy) who says something like, "I just don't have time for fiction, when I read I want to learn something."
Hola Familia.<br>
I hope you're all doing very well. It's an unusually cool and rainy day here in NJ/NYC.
<I>Sky Blue</I>, Maria Schneider’s sixth album in 13 years, is at once her most ambitious and most fulfilled, a sweeping, gorgeous work about memory, dreams, love, life, death, the joys of birding…but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Journalist Malcolm McPherson has become satiric novelist Malcolm McPherson. How come? Because the best stories in his reporter's notebook <I>stayed</I> in his reporter's notebook.
Or, in my case, doesn't. Gary Lynch thinks he has the answer.
Bryson writing about Shakespeare, that is. <I>The Times</I> offers an excerpt from <I>Shakespeare</I>.