Monthly Archives: September 2008

I have held Paulo Coleho readers as a special breed of imbicile, and I’ve held them to a standard to guage all others to.  Lately though I’ve begun to wonder if this is fair.  Is it right to be so judgmental against someone just because of who they read?  And is it right to think that these feel good, can’t deal with reality new age bullshit types who don’t know the alphabet are really the epitome of dumb?  I don’t know the answer to this, although I have to admit that it might be the Nicholas Sparks fans who should be rightfully holding the moron crown, or should it really be placed on the pointy little pinheads of James Patterson readers?  In the first two cases the books can be difficult to see since they are on the bottom shelf, it can be difficult to know that those books on the bottom shelf are continuations of the alphabet and not just some crazy shit.  But in the case of Mr. Patterson’s readers he gets a whopping three shelves to fill up with all of the little books he forces some other writer to write for him, meaning it’s difficult to miss them.

I don’t know if I will ever know the answer to who of this trinity can lay claim to having the dumbest reader base.  I will one day hopefully come up with suitable science to figure it out, but until then I can only imagine who in fact has the most clueless readers.

Oh fuck.  I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and I thought I posted it but I didn’t.  But then I said today that something went wrong with the last time I tried to post and blah blah blah.  Here is my lost little post.

This made me happy today.  I know it’s not very likely but I like to believe that there could be some new Kafka stories out there.  I’m not hoping for a new novel, just some stories.