Maud Gets Mad. The Earl Achieves Geosynchronous Orbit, Eyes Book Deal
A busy Tuesday. The earl’s abduction has thrown this online diary into a cocked hat. Was it only yesterday that a new discipline was announced? Was it only yesterday that, moments from delivering his letter of enquiry, fecund and double spaced, equipped with SASE, rich in texture, displaying an innate understanding of this crowded marketplace, that the earl was snatched from our midst? He did manage to send an email to the Dutchess, who now estimates that her clocks will be coordinated with GMT by the weekend. The text of the message was lost in translation, however, Nigel Newton of the Druidical & Literary Press had this say: “This is a hoax. I’ll not dignify this nonsense with my presence any longer.”
Well, the man’s a Druid. He dances naked in the moonlight. In the Vale of the White Horse they gather. Speaking of things contemporary Maud Newton throws chin music at Rebecca Traister for suggesting that Lauren Weinberger is a modern day Austen. It’s good to see Maud get excited. Booksquare has a more global take on the same Traister article as well as the skinny on Britney’s inevitable foray into authordom. “It isn’t that crowded a marketplace,” observed The Dutchess, although her remark was delayed for an hour. She went on to say that Lauren Weinberger may represent a kind of ‘fin du siecle’ denouement for chick lit. The Dutchess added that Nigel Newton is a horse’s ass. She’s very much enjoying Scooter Libby’s novel. “I just want to hug him,” she said. “Chuck Colson too.”
DCI Borchardt has negotiated terms of his life story ( thus far, he adds) with ueber agent Andrew Wylie. “It’s important to the story that I solve the Thuringian Dressmaker case,” Borchardt noted. “With the Earl in the wind, this has become a cause celebre.” Borchardt has negotiated a medium term lease on a villa near Wellington Leg, a property owned by Prudentia Chalfont-Smythe. Earlier reports of sexual tension near Stoke Bayington were exaggerated, according to a spokesperson from the Torquay Book & Garden Society. “We blame the Druids,” she said.