A lynch mob chased after a flatulent Thomas Hardy, an incident which inspired his great novel, Fart From the Madding Crowd.
My dyslexic child wants to read War and Peace, after hearing about the famous Russian novelist Leo Toystore.
Sherlock Holmes novels are sexist! As are all mister-ies.
This week’s hot lit pick: Maybe Dick by Her/Man Melville, with famous opening line “Call me shemale.”
Thomas Hardy was a futurist. He wrote Tesla of the Ubervilles.
I got a bad haircut in Stockholm. Now I’m parting in such Swede sorrow.
Indian raitas pen a lot of naan-fiction. They unfold at a curried paste. I like to sit down in Mahal and read them. I got so engrossed the last time when my mom was leaving the house I didn’t even wish her ‘Mum, bai.’ Lucky she left me a deli sandwich. I Vishnu could read them all, but in India, of these books, they ban galore.
Hungry novelists enjoy dinner with all the fictions.
Shakespeare’s play about surprisingly fragrant flatulence, aka All Smells that End Well.
The most famous novel about glaucoma is a tie between Eye, Cloudious, and You Less Sees.