The noble art of letter writing seems to have gone into freefall. I think this is a shame, although I am the first to admit that I rarely find time these days to write more than the tersest of emails. 590 more words
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To: Donald E. Westlake, c/o The Final Mystery
From: ‘Fred Fitch’, via The Westlake Review
Dear Mr. Westlake:
Thanks so much for your response to my previous missive, and for answering my question about Ambrose Bierce (a hero of mine as a boy, as perhaps he was for you as well). 5,325 more words
I think I’ve already mentioned (twice) that I think Robinson Crusoe sucks.
It does. It sucks balls.
Do you enjoy long lists? Like those bits of the Bible that are just ‘Joshua who begot, Hnezikiah, who begot whatshisfact who begot…’ You get the idea. 177 more words
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Hannah Webster Foster’s The Coquette is a 1797 American epistolary seduction novel and a roman à clef about the death of Elizabeth Whitman (fictionally re-christened Eliza Wharton), a woman of the Connecticut gentry who is impregnated by a married man and who then dies in a tavern after giving birth to his stillborn child. 1,529 more words
I’m doing a two birds one stone thing here because really only one of these books should be on the list. There is a scene is one of Jasper Ffordes Thursday Next books (much funnier that either Flaubert’s Parrot or Don Quixote whatever certain newspapers might think) when a character is cursed so that she cannot die until she has read the 10 most boring novels in existence. 317 more words