<![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> J. at B_______ Bookshop said that "Mergers and Acquisitions" was one of the worst books she'd read in some time, then stopped herself and said, "No, watch for the book The Tourists. That's a worse book."

Perhaps it's time we had more books about community college and state school grads who still drink brown bottle beer and only hear of the hot parties while they drown in reruns of "Everybody Loves Raymond."

InfoEd

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> "...comparable to some of today's finest literary fiction.". only today, mind. yesterday, tomorrow, next week? that's another story.

"'the centre cannot ...hold' i reply haltingly". yes, indeed, i can see how you could fail to remember the end of such an obscure quotation. [thinks: the centre cannot...bold? sold?mold? eh, so difficult, these poets.]

i believe, there's another touching scene later on:
"to be or not to be." the voice is behind me.
"that is the...oh fuck, i give up!" i reply haltingly.
"question"
it is the preface to the one class we took together in high school: 'shit pretty much everyone knows already. apart from you, apparently'.

slinkimalinki

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> @jew: it's ok. you're still fairly new here. just hire an intern to make all your comments like i did. speaking of which, where the fuck is she with my dry cleaning???

ellagood

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> The dog's book hot, definitely. Jeff...well, he's 1993 yearbook hot. Junior class, not senior.

Sam_Glamgee

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> I'd hit that...and the dog could watch.

I Don't Get It

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> i was reading a manuscript over some woman's shoulder on the F train yesterday. it was called the Book of the Night Women and evidently set in slavery-era America, with consistently self-conscious non-grammatical pre-bonix prose and plentiful use of the n-word, which as we all know, was widely employed by African-Americans to each other in the 18th century. anyway, i thought no one's job could suck so bad as to have to endure reading this crud, and then i thought, what if this winds up on the cover of the book review next year? then i went home and worked on my memoir.

flathead

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> I just can't help but wonder how much better the book would be if the protagonists had gone to Illinois.

Little Mintz Sunshine

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> @VenusCloacina: Yes, what would an early-20th century Irishman know about that?

Nately

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> ok, phew. For a second I was worried you went to Williams or something.

bananaboat

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> @stew:

Yeah, just meant the pause and the question mark. The style.

LeaderMeetsMascot

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Why were these kids reading Yeats in a course called Literature of Imperialism in the first place? I'm going to grill Mr. Cloacina on this, because he's a Yalie.

VenusCloacina

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> @ leader...

Blasphemy, dude. It's Yeats.

bananaboat

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> I hate it when I encourage someone's crush on me in order to get something out of them that they'd never otherwise give me, and then I have to endure their mistaken idea that I might even like them. And also pretend I didn't want it when I describe it to other people.

Koreanish

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Oh and

"should of"

LeaderMeetsMascot

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> "The center...cannot hold?"

This one phrase is so very Bret Easton Ellis that my mind is boggled.


Maybe there's a "B.E.E. clause generator" web site out there.

If not, you know what I'm inventing this evening!

"Van and I sip Coronas in the heat, and smoke."
"Linsey [sic] turns into a sconce, oblivious."
etc

LeaderMeetsMascot

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> An end of the year comparative analysis will determine that Emily's use of exclamation points far exceeds any other Gawker staffer. Calm the fuck down!

StrategicallyPlaced

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> ella- damn, you beat me to it!

I also wanted to make a joke about that first long-ass sentence needing more periods, and the party being held at the box... needless to say it didn't come together and i'm a total failure :)

jew

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> @La Pauline: A few months? Honey, we're bashing him right now!

Yes, he's fast-tracked for the Hall of Unbearable Exposition. I guess it's lucky for him he married rich.

VenusCloacina

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Yet another literary wunderkind that we wil all be bashing in a few months.

La Pauline

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> "Sit, Ayelet!"

dntsqzthchrmn

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> nothing says, "this book really sucks" like a cash bar at a book party. Well, and also those excerpts.

bananaboat

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Six paragraphs of pretentious twat-waffling. Can't wait to read the rest!

NYCF

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> You can tell from the photo that it's a good book. The scandal is that the dog wrote it.

TedSez

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> "Turn and examine a single commodity, by itself, as we will, yet in so far as it remains an object of value, it seems impossible to grasp it. If, however we bear in mind that the value of commodities has a purely social reality, and that they acquire this reality only in so far as they are expressions or embodiments of one identical social substance, viz., human labour, it follows as a matter of course, that value can only manifest itself in the social relation of commodity to commodity."

-or-

"Here, Youngblood Hawke, have another Manhattan Pirahna."

KarenUhOh

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Yes, please go back to only reading the fine quality literature you were exposed to in the trenches of the publishing industry, like My Life, My Cats.

Mike Barthel

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Is that really a representative excerpt? Did he attend the Dan Brown School of Stilted, Awkward Prose?

asketchymess

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> Emily, please stop reading this tripe, even if it is for our benefit. It is harming your soul. I'd rather see you working in an asbestos mine.

backslider

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> dammit, Hobbs keeps showing up at the wrong box...

i even drew him a map last time.

ellagood

]]> <![CDATA['The Tourists' Book Party At The Box]]> This makes me want to stab my Chinua with an Achebe.

Sara Benincasa

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