Stingray apologizes for spiking Crocodile Hunter, infuriates the masses.
Gwenda loves Andrea Seigel's new novel, To Feel Stuff.
The LA Times has clear instructions on reading Mark Z. Danielewski's Only Revolutions -- and I don't care if they call it gimmicky and self-important, it sounds exciting to me.
Laila Lalami reads at Bumbershoot with Gary Shteyngart and discovers that George Saunders and Mary Gaitskill were in the audience. Woah.
I'd definitely be in the audience for James Ellroy as he appears at Skylight Books in Los Angeles this Sunday, Sept. 10, to do his alpha male performance rant thing about The Black Dahlia - except I'm not going to be in LA on Sunday.
And if I could be in NYC a week later, I wouldn't miss the book party for Laird Hunt's The Exquisite. Odds are currently against me being in New York on the 17th, tho.