Barry Trotter (Book 1)
The Hogwash School for Wizards was the most famous school in the wizarding world, and Barry Trotter was its most famous student. His mere presence made sure that every year twenty candidates applied for every open spot, no matter how rapacious Hogwash's tuition became. As a result, Barry and the school had come to an unspoken agreement: regardless of his grades, Barry could remain at Hogwash for as long as he wished. He had just begun his eleventh year...Freshman
Sleepy with boredom and gassy from lunch, Hart Fox sat in the hard plastic chair outside his dean's office. A kid walked in the door, pink detention slip in hand, bobbing his head a little so that the purple spikes of his mohawk didn't get bent on the transom. He slumped down next to Hart. Hart nodded--he remembered tis joker from sophomore American History, constantly arguing in favor of anarcho-syndicalism. Was his name Henry?...Sophomore
Arcing lazily through the air, the Frisbee smacked against the window. “Ooo-oo!” a chiseled and shirtless boy teased as it wobbleplummeted to the ground. “Sarah's in troub-le!”The beauty-boy was righter than he knew: Of all the windows on campus to hit, this one was the worst. It belonged to Stutts’ Professor of Clandestine Affairs, Glenbard North, who had destroyed more students than there were blades of grass on the freshly resodded Old Quad below...Coming Soon!
All you really gotta know is, I'm writing new things constantly and the more I write, the better my books get. So if you've read my earlier work--and millions of you have--we should keep in touch. This fall, at least one and maybe two new books will be available: a Dickens parody AND a comic mystery loosely based on The Beatles. Drop me an email at mikesnewbooks[at]gmail[dot]com, and I'll be sure to let you know release dates, special deals, etc.Thursday, October 31, 2002
More New Yorker...
Today's Photoshop contest at Fark.com is unlikely New Yorker covers. Worth a look.
Hidden meanings in "The Shining"?
I watched Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining" last night (switching channels when it got too scary--yes, I am a wuss). It's stayed with me this morning, and as I was poking around on the Internet, I found this essay on the hidden meanings of the movie which I found, frankly, pretty fascinating. And sobering.
Yippee! The New Yorker may be in the black this year!
Here's an article from the San Francisco Chronicle. Yay, David Remnick! Yay New Yorker! I noticed that the article still linked the magazine's 17 years of unprofitability to the old "fusty" Shawn era. I'm not arguing that Shawn's magazine didn't exist in the dreary realms between "homework" and "unreadable," but the real money was lost after the magazine was sold to a massive magazine combine. It's amazing how nobody will admit that maybe there's more than one way to publish a magazine. Still, I'm a hard man, but fair: YAY! A strong New Yorker can only encourage friends of good magazines--and written humor!
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