Random House got celebrities from several different publishing houses (literal puppets and figurative), and strong-armed them into participating in this sad, sad little gunpoint whining parade for the holidays:



The only fun part about this whole pathetic, bloodless spectacle is Frank McCourt, whose books I have never read, although I once received "Angela's Ashes" as a gift:

Frank: "Books make great gifts, because when you are done fucking and your prostitute leaves, you can roll over and do something that blunts the loneliness, like reading."

And he stares at the camera, hanging his head, daring you to kill yourself.

Frank! God rest you, merry gentleman!

Posted by miracle on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 07:30:17 -0500 -- permanent link