But really, I'm too emotionally distraught by the news to focus on his single status.
IT'S OVER: The O.C. lovebirds call it quits
Via Gawker's Gossip Roundup, I've just learned that yours and my favorite celeb couple, Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson, are no longer in <3 anymore. Life & Style, Molly Good, and E! Online concur.
Brookline Booksmith dedicates an evening to literary zeitgeist with a killer double bill. First up is local academic LEORA LEV, whose Enter at Your Own Risk: The Dangerous Art of Dennis Cooper is the first critical collection of essays on the author of the George Miles novels (Closer, Frisk, Try, Guide, Period), which typify his wall-of-assault psychosexual prose.
Let's talk shit about Lindsay Lohan, a/k/a L. Lo, a/k/a La Lohan, a/k/a Crazy Fucking Cokehead. Lindsay is always pulling off these wacky antics that provide me with a satisfying, knee-slapping chuckle. Out of everything I've come across this year, I lurved the Elle cover story on Miss Thang the most.
A few things to note:
1. It's officially December, which means the 2006 National Novel Writing Month bonanza is dunzo. And we'd like to know: did any of you participate? Does anyone get something worthwhile out of this thing? Is it just bullshit pressure to pump out drivel for 30 days? Or is it a magical literary bender of creativity? Discuss.
I spent my Thanksgiving weekend visiting my Mum and Dad in New York. On Saturday night, one of my buds from high school days of yore was generous enough to let me tag along with him for a preview performance of Stephen Sondheim and George Furth's Company. The show is a Broadway revival of the 1970 production.
Hi! So, I've been thinking about you a lot, and there are some things I want to tell you. I'll bet your surprise appearance at the American Music Awards last night was fun. But I heard that you kicked it at Paris Hilton's after-party. This is the second time in, what, a week, that you've rolled with P-Hilt? What exactly are you up to?
O.J.'s gag-inducing memoir If I Did It will not be in book stores. His interview with Judith Regan will not be broadcast on Fox, and the network loses an inch or two off its usual douchbaggishness. But best of all, the entire publishing industry gets to feel like moral code makers for a day. We rejoice.
They do. And like the rest of the world, I'm starting to believe maybe this whole TomKat and their TomKitten alien baby union isn't the farce I originally assumed it was. Maybe it's all the breathless People.com coverage (there is even a blog). However. Let's talk about the fact that in Katertot's official wedding photo -- the print that's circulated in all the tabloids, and also the one she'll likely look back on years from now so that she can remember the "happiest day of her life" when she married Loony Cruizy, "the most amazing man in the world" -- the former Girl Down the Creek is slumped over worse than an insecure, pre-braced scoliosis patient.
Nothing better to start our Monday than this SNL parody of departing Seventeen mag editor Atoosa Rubenstein gobbling makeup and telling teen girls to stop eating for charity. (via Gawker)
Frequent readers of this literary blog know that we are somewhat, ehem, fixated and irrevocably OBSESSED with the Harry Potter series and its accompanying films. While the books have never failed to disappoint us, we've had lots of issues with the movies -- especially the last one, Goblet of Fire. Don't get us started.
Hey, wanna hear something absolutely repulsive?
Via The Book Standard:
"Simpson is indeed publishing a book, O.J. Simpson: If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened, which will be released on Nov. 30, the New York Times reported yesterday. Fox will also take advantage of the scandal by broadcasting two one-hour interviews with Simpson during the last week of sweeps, on Nov.
Aside from the Steve Almond/James Joyce dirty business at Great Scott that Nina will be attending (and we can't wait to hear what she thinks of Almond's recitation), here are four more options for your Wednesday. Two of them are naughty omg!
How did Tom Brady go from being a sixth-round draft pick to the Patriots’ star quarterback and one of football’s most celebrated players? Ah, the warm-fuzzy story of the underdog.
In the spirit of politics and exhaustion, today's Publisher's Lunch newsletter threw another hissy over this brief New York Times piece on Barack Obama's "surprise best seller," entitled The Audacity of Hope.
Says the Times:
"But its rapid rise to the No. 1 spot on the New York Times nonfiction list next Sunday, placing the author, the freshman Democratic senator from Illinois, ahead of heavyweight authors like John Grisham, Bill O’Reilly and even Bob Woodward, is something of a publishing stunner."
Seventeen EIC Atoosa Rubenstein is leaving the girlie rag to "launch her own teen-centered Web business, write a book and start a consulting firm specializing in the youth market."
We don't mourn her departure, seeing as we stopped reading Seventeen when we were 13, and realized that life would never been as bubble gum sweet as its editors kept saying it could be.
AMONG THE BELIEVERSIn the vibrant San Francisco literary scene, you haven’t made it unless you can play six degrees (or less) to David Eggers. HEIDI JULAVITS can do it in just two. She edits the Believer with author Vendela Vida, who’s married to Eggers, the force behind McSweeney’s and the student writing center 826 Valencia