It was only a matter of time before ousted FBI director James Comey signed a book deal. The question was just “how much.”
With the news of Sam Shepard’s passing, I wonder how many people who enjoyed his movies will pick up some of his books or stage plays?
The old “I’m going to move my professional sports team franchise if you don’t give me a stadium” scam has been pretty well covered in the mainstream media.
Known for fantastic songs like “Werewolves of London,” Warren Zevon was a voracious reader. After his death in 2003, his family has been dealing with the library numbering in the thousands.
Mega-gargantuan-humongo bestselling author J.K. Rowling preached perserverance to aspiring authors. From our jaded blogger perspective, it’s easy to roll our smug eyes and get snarky about a super successful writer saying “Keep going!”
Geez, man. I had the obligatory grocery store job in high school. So I had seen first hand the narrow operating margins of grocery stores.
Now that former Alabama governor Robert Bentley has, finally, gone the hell away, I wonder how long it will be before we see book deals arise out of the scandal.
The discussion about actor Alec Baldwin’s recently published memoir Nevertheless perfectly encapsulates why reasonable conversation is impossible in this culture at the moment.
Sometimes pop culture just breaks your heart.
I like to believe that I’m not an old fogey who spends all his time on the porch bitching about kids today.