• NASCAR and Harlequin hop in bed together. (Let us not to the marriage of true minds, etc., etc.)
  • “I couldn’t even get laid at Comic Con. Really think about that. I could not get laid at Comic Con.”
  • Erotica keeps a literary publisher afloat.
  • According to the A.P., Sara Gran’s Dope (championed by the proprietor of Book Angst) is roughly what you’d get if Raymond Chandler and Jim Thompson “return[ed] from the dead, [went] on a monthlong drinking binge and then hole[d] up in a boarding house to write a book together.” (Unfortunately, the reviewer trots out that old “first great noir novel from the mind of a woman” saw. Sarah Weinman and crime writer Laura Lippman respond.)


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