Saturday, March 07, 2009

The Unspeakable Rites of Librarians, As Observed by Writer James Kennedy In the Form of an Extrasomatic Miasma

I'm not even finished reading THE MOST HILARIOUS BLOG POST I HAVE EVER READ -- I felt such a powerful compulsion to rush over here and tell you to read it too. Oh my god. I'm reading this post the same way I read James Kennedy's amazing debut novel, The Order of Odd-Fish (which I reviewed HERE) -- which is: agape, and wishing I was reading it with someone so we could be agape together. I think that is the ideal way to read James Kennedy: in pairs or groups, so you can exclaim, "Listen to this!" and "Oh. My. God," and, repeatedly, "How did he think of that?" and there is somebody there to agree with you. I think it would be very satisfying.

I should say, just in case you read the post and feel a troubling sense that perhaps James Kennedy does not adore librarians as much as he should (umm, I don't know why you might think that) -- and I hope I'm not spoiling anything by giving this away -- James is actually married to a librarian, and expecting a half-writer, half-librarian stork delivery some time, I believe, quite soon.

Anyway, if you didn't heed me before and read The Order of Odd-Fish, now's your chance. The book is hilarious too! Okay, now I'm going to go back and finish reading the post. Cheers!


myrna said...

That was very strange and hilarious, especially the part about the librarians' "unappetizing habit" of "smelling public telephones." I guess I need to read his book.

Heather said...

That was a complete riot! I wish he was my neighbour.

Jacqui said...

Oh. That was riotous. Thank you.

Prince Balthazar said...

That dude is some kind of funny.


"...One is naturally hesitant to associate with librarians."

I have to pick up his book. I've been meaning to and this is a good reminder.