More entertaining than Weed on Books and its Foucault green-stache, Better Book Titles is a blog for “people who do not have thousands of hours to read book reviews or blurbs or first sentences.” Touché. Presenting: The gists of literature’s biggest hits in the form of condensed, condescending to the under-read and occasionally un-P.C. titles. If you’ve ever wanted to read Yes, He’s Retarded by William Faulker, congrats. You just “did.”
Tumblr alert! Weed on Books is exactly what it sounds like – a log of visuals of weed-topped tomes, coupled with plucked literary passages. Thankfully, there is no user-submitted, amateurrible high poetry here. That’s wisely left to the professionals. Read more »
The auteur of hacks James Frey is self-publishing The Final Testament of the Holy Bible wherein an alcoholic bi Jesus lives in the Bronx, smokes weed, preggos a prostitute and shits on religion. Please don’t confuse this with actual social commentary. Frey’s only in it for the trendy controversy. Like his trendy fabricated junky memoir or his trendy supernatural teen thriller ghostwritten by pimped, underpaid students, it’s all about lucrative genre peddling. Gallery owner Larry Gagosian joins the hustle to publish 11,000 copies of the book and drop it on Good Friday, on purpose.
The Diary of Anne Frank, Robert Greene’s rapper-approved Machiavellian manual The 48 Laws of Power and anything by Sylvia Plath – those are some con-popular books, a Boston prison librarian’s memoir reveals. Read more »
Smell Like Marquis de Sade
Want to smell like your favorite democratic socialist, sadistic syphilitic or opium addict? Scent Stories is a concept from Ah&Oh Studios and an elegant bastardization of literature in cologne form. Read more »
The New Yorker staff scribbled up a list of book-inspired perfumes that will have the literate chortling contently. Great Expectations Splash has a hint of moldy old mansion and the Sex and the City Eau de Toilet is “an aged blend of vodka, vermouth, spermicide, and buttercream frosting, bottled in a flask. Slosh it on, ladies.” Suggestions? Read more »
Mark Twain wasn’t basking in fame during the last six months of his life: He was miserably scribbling away an angry 5,000 page autobiography and ordered it to be published only 100 years after his death. In the memoir, Twain rants cruelly against supposed friends and recalls details of his scandalous affair with Isabel Van Kleek Lyon. Apparently, she bought him a vibrating sex toy. Bzzz. Read more »
Last week, America found itself subjected to an unrelenting parade of righteous sanctimony, staggering idiocy and unabashed martyrdom in the form of Carrie Prejean’s dumb book publicity tour. Now this week it’s Sarah Palin turn, and you just know that Trixie Klondyke, Alaskan Warrior Princess will not stand for some upstart blonde prolific sex tape-maker from California trying to take away her crown as the Golden Twat of modern American conservatism. Carrie, consider yourself on notice…It is on! Read more »
Sarah Palin, America’s conservative clown princess sent by Jesus to save us all from Obama and his army of negroes and Godless fags, has a big book full of folksy Wasilla wisdom coming out soon. It went on sale yesterday and America’s wingnuts responded by snapping it up like they do corn nuts friend cheese curds at the Wisconsin state fair. Read more »
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