Friday, September 29, 2006

Margaret Atwood

has a funny mini-essay at the Guardian Review about her ill-fated book-signing invention. I still feel that the practical-joke element of the invention outweighs its more obvious forms of practicality; I think it must be chalked up in the column of things where hoax can't be disentangled from serious intent.

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