We've long suspected ��� okay, known ��� that people who work in the troll-infested field of book publishing don't need beer goggles to find hotness in the least likely of places. It's a phenomenon we like to call "skinniest girl at fat camp syndrome." Case in point: a tip we received today about dumpster-diving British author Tristram Stuart (pictured), whose book about "radical vegetarianism" got a searching analysis in this week's New Yorker. Our tipster writes, "We're taking a poll in house; so far he's been ranked either 'hotter than my other authors' and 'my hottest author' by the editorial and publicity staffs. What's your vote?"
Our vote is "emo combover hot." But please, let us know if you disagree.
Vegetable Love [New Yorker]