June 23rd, 2008


Inside Every Cynical Person, There Is a Disappointed Idealist

George Carlin, the influential comedian whose routines used profanity, scatology and absurdity to point out the silliness and hypocrisy of human life, has died. He was 71.

See? I told you my blog is turning into an obits page.

First Harvey Korman and now George Carlin. I think we need a moratorium on great comedians dying. At least for another year. That's not too much to ask, is it?

The New Classics

Entertainment Weekly is running a special issue on "the new classics" -- film, TV, music, literature, plays, etc., from the last 25 years that have become lasting and iconic works of merit.

Imagine my surprise and delight when their choice for the #1 "new classic" of literature turned out to be a horror novel: Cormac McCarthy's The Road!* Yay us!

Horror still has a long way to go, of course. A lot of the books I see out there are hardly what I would call "new classics" of literature. Far too many of them seem disposable, if you ask me. There's very little along the lines of Ghost Story or The Books of Blood or The October Country. But a horror novel winning the Pulitzer Prize, and then being labeled the #1 new classic by an influential entertainment magazine, makes me very happy and reminds me once again that horror doesn't have to be the ghetto genre of tits and blood that so many people -- some horror writers included -- think it is.

So transcend, horror writers! Transcend and let's fill the bookshelves with as many new classics as we can!

*It is too a horror novel! No less an authority than Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael Chabon says in his review in The New York Review of Books, "I think ultimately it is as a lyrical epic of horror that The Road is best understood," and who am I to argue with Michael Chabon?