David Thayer

Confession is good for the soul. That’s why after many months of masquerading as a lit blogger, and what a thin disguise it is when you look back on it, what with alien-abducted German tourists, rambling squads of market weight hogs, and ridiculous compound sentences, lederhosen, Emma Peel, Roman  soldiers, the Battle of Costco, crime without yellow tape, an imaginary staff, macaroni recipes, it comes as no surprise to anyone that this is not a blog about literature, it’s an infomercial penned by a desperate cabal of indviduals eager to exploit globalization in a new and harrowing manner.

Let’s face it, you’ve been duped. Concealed in the text of each entry is the hidden message to buy things. Thirsty? You bet you are. Here are some of things you probably own as a result of reading this blog: Bunny slippers, some with ears, some without, but you can’t read The New York Times while wearing those things, can you? Sam Tanenhaus wore them to BEA but his feet were under the table. Let’s move on. After all Dan Conaway wore a gorilla suit to last year’s BEA, signalling a kind of rapprochement between the warring factions of bloggers and those stuffy establishment types with the leather footwear.

This is a bunny slipper blog. That’s my midnight confession and it’s midnight somewhere. I know you want to buy something now. You can’t help it.

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