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BY The Editor
March 16, 2003
Dear N.Y. Times Book Review,
What gives? Another week passes and still you ignore my amazing novel, “Clams Casino.” Look, I can sort of kind of halfway almost understand when
I'm glossed over for Tom Clancy's newest potboiler, “Operation: Fandango” or whatever it’s called. And if Sue Grafton spits out her latest, “P is for Poppycock,” -- fine, I understand. Hell, even when I’m passed up for a kids' book like “Harry Potter and the Golden Shower,” I don't complain.
But jeez, N.Y.T.B.R., look at the crap that's been selected over me this week! Twenty books nobody ever read written by authors nobody ever heard of! I mean, seriously, “ZZ Packer”? I think you're making this stuff up! “Ruth Ozeki”? This phoney hooey does not even sound remotely plausible. For shame, N.Y.T.B.R. Where’s your journalistic integrity, I ask? What are you, the N.Y. Post Book Review? It sure is lookin’ that way, my friends.
So, before you start making stuff up for next week’s exercise in hogwash -- “T. Congressman Boyle”? It’s like you’re not even trying! -- I ask you to take another look at my bloody brilliant novel, “Clams Casino.” You’ll quickly realize the horrendous oversight you’ve made, and, I trust, you’ll choose to rectify this gross negligence immediately. If you like, you can give me a cover illustration: some cheeky caricature that reveals me to be ironically distinguished, humble, manly, and yet delightfully good-humored. This cover should be in muted half-tones, because Joshua Abraham is not about bright colors. You'll understand when you read my novel, which is dark, very dark. In my review, you may compare the themes of innocence and loss in my past books (also, conveniently, overlooked by you guys), “Mohandas,” and “The Jive Man Whistles.” See if you can get Michiko Kakutani to write my review. I like saying that name.
Good day.
Sincerely,
Joshua Abraham
P.S. Michiko Kakutani! Ha, ha. Whew.
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