
Sam Lipsyte and Lucinda Rosenfeld
Dimpled, pregnant, AND hanging, Lucinda, and lucky for me, there's a plethora of Web sites devoted to my particular hankering although I'll save the URLs for another day.
Our appearance at Club Macanudo, home of Arnold Schwarzenegger's East Coast humidor, was indeed fun although why they weren't breaking out the stogies for us I still don't understand. (Actually, I think I do: When I said goodbye to the liquor sponsor representative on the way out, I thanked her for all that "brandy." She got miffed and reminded me it was cognac. Then I tripped over a leather armchair and got a boil on my cheek.)
I'm not familiar with "No Man Is an Island," by the Van Dykes, but it reminds me of the time I was playing in a band in the early '90s and I wanted to do a song based on another John Donne line, "Get with child mandrake root." The dream died in the practice room, though. I did hear Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself" at the gym yesterday, and I had a warm memory of middle school, when Billy Idol rumors ("He's dead"; "He had to have his stomach pumped for an overdose of sperm.") helped while away the days. This was long before the Internet, or even possibly the telephone, and rumors had a much longer shelf-life and maybe richer imaginative possibilities.
On occasion, Lucinda, I have washed my hair with soap, so I feel I'll have to recuse myself from the sad bachelor question--but I am curious as to whether Warren Christopher is married.
I will say hi to your cousin Elsa. I really do hope this little project for Slate can help reunite you two. That's the only reason I agreed to do it. Which reminds me, did you follow the Siamese twins story in the U.K.? I wonder if there's any kind of political corollary with the Bush brothers. According to the New York Times, false-name Mary was "draining the life" out of false-name Jodie. The state-ordered separation was carried out last week. They always said W. was the extra baggage, but now it looks like it's Jeb who will have to be cut loose.
Finally, if you're going to plug, then I will, too, if only because I'm a gracious, soapy-haired (or what's left of it) gentleman who wouldn't want you out on the self-promotion limb by your lonesome. My book, Venus Drive, is a gripping political thriller, now 700 weeks on the best-seller list and soon to be a major motion picture starring Judi Dench and Eminem. It's available here at Barnes and Noble.
Talk to you soon,
Sam












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