It was an odd coincidence. What are the chances of finding “Kenneth” and “What is the frequency?” in any way connected to each other, outside of the mouths of Mr. Rather’s attackers? And yet here they were, inside Donald Barthelme’s book.
The photo of Barthelme on the back of the dust jacket: a stocky fellow with a leprechaun’s face and beard, wearing a checked shirt and a leather vest, with a patch of Rorschach-style wallpaper behind his head. Was this mischievous but gentle soul the type to rough up a news anchor or hire goons to do the job?
We are neglecting you, nplusonemag. You’ve noticed? Yes. It’s because you were too good. People told us so. “I like your Web magazine,” they said. “Or ‘Web-zine.’ Or is it a ‘blog’?”
“We’re a print journal,” we said. “The print journal is epochal. The website is just for topical and weird stuff, like charts and indices. It is not a blog. We don’t comment on the New York Times Book Review. We don’t even make fun of Michiko Kakutani.”