There's something in the ether because Gotham City Insider is also contemplating ending his blog.
If you haven't read the GCI, you should. If Kerouac, Dylan, Joe Strummer, Jon Stewart, and a drunk Mary Hart all had a love child, it would be the GCI. He doesn't just write, he erupts, he spews, he hurtles forward, daring the reader to keep up. He's sharp, shrewed, and smart. He's an endless depository of references, from Mott the Hoople to Oda Mae Brown, from Kim Kardasshian to Salam Pax. He's inside looking out and outside looking in.
GCI, if you leave Maggie's Farm, send word when the book is published.
You'll be missed.
4 comments:
Danke, Linke. Danke.
Bitte, Schon.
At this rate, you'll be all that's Left in Bay Ridge
This can't be happening!
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