Daniel Pinkwater is a twisted genius, of course, and yesterday, I startled many on my walking path around Foster Park when I burst into loud, sudden laughter, for apparently no reason - ah, but there was a reason. I was listening to this, and the Marilyn Monroe anecdote was just too much.
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June 15, 2005
Speaking of children's literature
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Oh wow, DANIEL PINKWATER!!!! So much love!!! _The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death_!!! (And many, many more; but TSBATAOD is still my favoritest favorite.) Sweetly freakish, freakishly sweet. A lovely vision in which weirdos are reconciled to, or better yet considered _inherent_ to, the general populace.
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Eve
Posted by: Eve Tushnet | June 16, 2005 at 12:37 AM
My favorite: Alan Mendelsohn, the Boy from Mars.
Posted by: Bill Logan | June 16, 2005 at 12:50 PM