200 Books

Yep Twilight.

I attended a wonderful annual party yesterday, hosted by some of my favorite and most bookish friends.  They believe New Years Day to be a useless holiday and so invented the annual white-elephant book exchange.  We gather with our most awful books wrapped in leftover Christmas paper and do the white-elephant thing.  And I got Twilight.  It was the last package opened.  No one could (or would) steal it.  It was kind of perfect and perfectly hilarious.  I’m not quite sure what to do with it.  Burning is too good for it.  Reading it is unnecessary for writing a ranting screed about how it is not only a rotten excuse for prose, but it is also emotional pornography of the worst sort, promotes an abusive relationship to the most vulnerable of readers, and makes blood money off the cavernous need in our culture for good fathers and loving husbands.  I think I shall make an altered book out of it. Possibly something sculptural, possibly a collection of 500 haiku created by whiting out the unnecessary words.  Ideas are welcome.

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