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.Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Calling all tweedy anhedonists
Here's a grimly funny, bleak article about the latest M.L.A. convention.
Spiegelman to leave New Yorker
Well, sort of. He's just not renewing his contract as a staff artist. Big whup, you might say--the interesting thing is the reason he gave. "I find as much fault with David Remnick's New Yorker as I do with American media in general. It's insanely timid."
Couldn't have said it better myself--it's one thing for such a statement to drop from the mouth of a blogger, but it's nice to know that somebody else notices, too. Here's hoping Spiegelman will find a more appropriate venue, wherever that may be.
Couldn't have said it better myself--it's one thing for such a statement to drop from the mouth of a blogger, but it's nice to know that somebody else notices, too. Here's hoping Spiegelman will find a more appropriate venue, wherever that may be.
Monday, December 30, 2002
Milligan, and Microsoft
Friend Diana Lutz forwarded me this link, a song parody lamenting Windows 95. Out-of-date, but I thought it was excellent for its type…
Also, in its rather morbid "If You Aren't Depressed Enough Already, Guess Who Died This Year" roundup in the Magazine, the NY Times had an excellent overview and appreciation of Spike Milligan.
Also, in its rather morbid "If You Aren't Depressed Enough Already, Guess Who Died This Year" roundup in the Magazine, the NY Times had an excellent overview and appreciation of Spike Milligan.
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