The Earl’s Literary Hedge Fund
Another morning in the Pacific Northwest! Mr. Prawns departed our salon du journal for a morning jog. I hurried off to the nearest ‘hotspot’ for cafe au lait amid enhanced police presence. The aliens removed my ankle bracelet, a designer gizmo of no small expense, thus requiring the more traditional technique of shadowing me. I’m shattered by the news that Scooter Libby’s thriller is to be re-released this fall; my futures market for literature hedge fund took it in the chin as Tony might say. I’d instructed Depew to short Scooter only yesterday! As the losses mount, we’re dumping a Euro basket and acquiring an array of coffee table books until the market stabilises. Depew reports from the floor of the exchange:
“It’s madness here in the literary pit. I’m being jostled by James Patterson specialists, pummeled by the Scooter development. Ueber agents are weeping. They didn’t see this coming. The only things moving are November 07 contracts for Anthony Palmisano’s forthcoming “Jersey City in Pictures.” One of the traders is wondering aloud whether Judy’s book deal is real or mere ephemera…”
One does hope that the City of Ballard will underwrite the cost of my stay. Mr. Prawns has an exciting plan to convert the Seattle waterfront into an oil refinery. Our advisor, Lars, is a veteran of the North Sea jackup rigs, an oil man to the bone. So much to do! YHS, The Earl.