I love stories. I love stories about evil monks and witches and submarines. I love detective stories and comic books and when I see somebody on the golf course with a Jonathan Lethem novel or a Michael Chabron or an Everything Is Illuminated in their gloved hand, I hold up my arm and gyrate and scream "duck butter" because it's all so cool that you can drink coffee in stiff flannel while thumping your meat. "Show it to me and pretend you're not a young professional." I wonder why we don't have a hall of fame. Because Philip Roth would be our Barry Bonds. Or John Updike who is even better than To Kill a Mockingbird, and my high school English teacher had that tattooed around her goodies.
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