From Publisher's Weekly, Feb 4, 2008:
Dave Eggers joined with Maurice Sendak to write the screenplay for Where the Wild Things Are, to be released next year. AND he's writing a grown-up retelling of the story! While I'm not a huge fan of Eggers (the whole self-important, precocious, overhyped memoir before turning 30 thing kind of sticks in my craw), he does tap into a certain fetish I have: I'm a sucker for a self-important jackass who writes. Can't help it, can't do anything about it, so I just ride the wave. Damn, that jackass gets me hot!
And, in other parts of the magazine, there's an audiobook called The Year Nick McGowan Came to Stay...not to be confused with Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys. Good to know we have an entire generation of young women who will be stunned everytime they meet a McGowan who isn't drop dead gorgeous...yay for standards!!
On the personal front, I'm totally infatuated with cute male writers (see above). Seriously, it's a sickness. I'm like one of those groupies who leeches onto sub-par rock behemouths because they feel like the glory of the music will wash over them too. My god, this is just sad. It's an obsession, a preoccupation. Yep, it's a full-blown malady. Do not cry for me, for I'm already lost...
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