Showing posts with label Salman Rushdie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salman Rushdie. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Mile High Club

Love's a bitch, ain't it? No matter where it happens. At least we know now what they're doing up there in space with our tax dollars.

They gonna run a background check on the Dalai Lama over at Emory? Poor guy's in exile it seems. And what about Salman Rushdie? I know that dude's up to no-good.

Friday, October 06, 2006

The Atlantic Station Verses

The great writer, Salman Rushdie, is to be writer-in-residence at Emory -- for brief spells only. Still, this has Literati Disaster written all over it, given that Rushdie's bound to be overwhelmed with babbling Buckhead socialites inviting him over to their overwraught McMansions for a martini or two. And we all know that the only book ever read by any Buckhead Betty would be a cookbook by overweight, overwraught Pat Conroy.

Speaking of overweight and overwraught, raise a glass to the king of elitist, name-dropper prose when you hit the bar for happy hour tonight. The NYT master, R.W. Apple, died Wednesday. (Apple's on the left.)