Genuflecting Before the Great Gonzo
I want to write a review of Hunter S. Thompson’s semi-autobiographical new book, Kingdom of Fear, but I feel I’m not worthy. So I’ll just say that Thompson still writes with his balls and leave it at that.
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I want to write a review of Hunter S. Thompson’s semi-autobiographical new book, Kingdom of Fear, but I feel I’m not worthy. So I’ll just say that Thompson still writes with his balls and leave it at that.
Douglas Adams died in 2001, and I’m still aggravated about it. Couldn’t he have waited to die until it was more convenient for his readers? In fact, while reading the introduction to The Salmon of Doubt, the untimeliness of his death rudely slapped me with a wet towel and made me cry. The Salmon of …
“I heard poppa tell momma, ‘Let that boy boogie woogie, it’s in him and it’s got to come out.’” – John Lee Hooker I’m going to plug a book today. It’s called The Forest for the Trees by Betsy Lerner, and in it she provides advice for writers who have yet to be published. Whether …