We really don’t care about Harry Potter here (unless it’s naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe), but The Times has decided to drag us into this crappy Dumbledor being gay controversy by running Edward Rothstein’s retarded editorial. And we’re giving him a mega douche, even though he isn’t reviewing anything, as much as he’s just [...]
Maxine Swann’s second novel, Flower Children, gets a sweet review in The Times.
Of you haven’t checked out her shit, do so now. She writes hot prose that on one hand sounds fiercely old school, but on the other is entirely contemporary and could only be written today.
Read it and weep, bitches!
A. M. Holmes serves up a fresh piece of crap in The New Yorker. Continuing to blur the lines between reality-fiction and fantasy-non-fiction, this little romp down memory lane self-indulges and mollifies, coaxes and hyperbolizes, and uses the all too familiar I-can’t-remember-exactly-how-it-went-down voice. I guess we might be getting a clue into Holmes’ [...]
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