I’m always getting emails from publicists inviting me to review their clients’ books. I have no idea why they pick on me. What would ever make them think I was interested? Like, they know enough to know that I do book reviews, but have no idea what kind of books I review.
The invitation I got today was for a horror called Remembrance of Blue Roses by one Yorker Keith, who learned how to write novels in college. It seems to be about a menage-a-trois among three goofs, a guy named Mark and a married couple named Hans and Yukari. Hans and Yukari? Oh, please.
They meet at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and go on to share first friendship, then sex and obsession, along with classical music, opera (oh please again), and art. They never go to wrestling matches. These shared passions are “illuminating the lives of these international civil servants at the United Nations headquarters…”
Who’s out there saying “Uncle! Uncle!”
Eventually Mark’s ex-wife and ex-fiancee show up and there’s a menage-a-cinq or something, and it ends in a tragedy, although the only tragedy I can see here is that the UN is still standing at the end of the book.
What in the world made the publicist think I would ever want to read such a thing? Why would anybody? A bunch of arty-farty citizens of the world experimenting with assorted fornications… oh, feh. And it’s almost lunchtime, too.
The only one I could think of offhand to actually consider reading this would be Joe Collidge, and even he may have antenna-warp after this! Is this the generation of our future leaders? Oh, dear!
I has alreddy red it and it is beutifull! i wisht i culd go to the Oppera but thay wuldnt let me in! becose thay thawgt my feelers was makin fun of them lik i was tryin to conduck the musick or somthin.
Or, since you appear to be hungry much of the time, maybe they fretted over the possibility that you may start snacking on costumes.
Actually, it IS a tragedy that the UN building is still standing at the end. (unless, of course, it is only because it’s been turned into a really great home for the aged). Love your daily blog.
Thank you, Paula! As Popeye used to say, “We aims t’please.”
LMAO. This gave my morning some much needed humor.
Wow, do people really buy and read books like that? Talk about killing brain cells…
Lee, you should send your reviews to the publishers. They might even get a kick out of your assessment 😀
It all seems to boil down to sex these days. Everything else is jut a vehicle to justify the sex scenes.
You could agree to review the book if they promised to put your name on the back with a few lines of print. But on the other hand, your career might then be in jeopardy.
It would be too shameful to have my name on the cover of that book.