Dear Friends: It is with some sadness that, after two glorious weeks of blogging, we bid farewell to Hampton. And make a confession.

The truth is, I started this blog in order to make fun of lit-bloggers. Then I discovered the Alexa traffic rankings--and the Indian government, incredibly, actually blocked the blogspot domain. Making fun of lit-bloggers seemed like a fairly silly thing to do, all of a sudden. The world was doing a fine job of it on its own; as was the Indian government.

So we hired Hampton to make fun of celebrity blogs like Gawker. Now these were some objectionable people! But then Gawker changed its management or its writers or whatever and somehow became a lot less offensive. I don't even read the thing anymore.

The truth is, there was no Hampton. There was no other guy, either, who got hired to run the Times book review. No one lives at the n+1 office, except our office manager, Isaac Scarborough, and only during the day. Well, also our landlord seems to live there. And I've lived there on occasion. But Hampton was a made-up person. For the record, however, he was a very big made-up person. Hampton was like 6-4, 250. He once ate an entire barbecued pig at a barbecue. This was at Oxford.

This portion of the site will now go back to the n+1 core mission of examining the problems with the New Republic and demanding that *anyone going to a foreign country should contact Greg Jackson, international distribution tsar*. Until then.

--KG

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7/19/06

My adventures in publishing to be continued soon, but in the meantime: Jessica Simpson has still not responded to my accusation that she is missing a tooth! What is she afraid of?

Debate me, Jessica Simpson!

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7/17/06

After lunch, I was a little groggy. I had after all eaten my own lunch, the lunch of my publisher's assistant's, and most of the publisher's lunch as well. So you might imagine why, stumbling down Broadway afterward, I would have felt a little unsteady, and wanted to talk to my agent.

My agent is the man. A lot of people think of agents as these really tough go-getting people who'll do anything for a buck, will sell any book, stoop to anything, to sell a book.

My agent isn't like that.

"Hampton," he said when I took a seat, heavily, before him. "You have to understand the realities of the cultural moment we're in. Back in May, probably even into June, hell, well into June, I think the memoir of a celebrity blogger could have fetched a lot of cash. I mean, easy street. But I think people aren't as far-seeing, they're not as visionary, as they were in May, and part of June. Much of June. I don't think they understand how valuable and important your work is on Fun Party Photo Party Orgy Blog."

"They offered me half a million dollars."

   "They did?? We should take it."

"Are you sure? They seemed a little--I don't know--they hadn't even read my blog."

"Half a million dollars, Hampton! You've been blogging for a week! You've never even posted a photo on your blog! You don't--you don't even know how to do links! You suggested that Jessica Simpson was missing a tooth! Where did you even get that?" My agent was standing now and pounding his fist on the stack of unopened manila envelopes before him. "That's not blogging, Hampton, that's just--just malicious slander, frankly. And, my God, you live under the desk at the n+1 office. They're offering you money to write your memoir. Take it!"

"I live on the settee."

"Whatever!"

At this point we were joined in my agent's office by his client and our mutual friend D., a literary writer of some repute, the author of several obscure but important novels, a man of towering intellect and distinguished taste.

He heard out the tale of my dilemma.

"He's not sure he wants to take the money," my agent summed up, pleadingly, to the great gray-haired author.

The great man, who had sat, now stood again to his full height. He prepared to speak.

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7/14/06

Dear Readers! You may have noticed, and grown suitably angry, when I didn't post yesterday. And have been a little spotty in general, let's face it.

Well, there's a reason. Fun Party Photo Party Orgy Blog has been receiving a lot of attention, in the blogosphere, for its ground-breaking photo and party-orgy work, and so, well, I've been taking meetings. With publishers. Over lunch.

Let me be clear: I did it for you! Now I can bring the dish on the inside of New York's most premier publishing houses. Here's how the meetings went:

"Hampton! It's so good to meet you at last!"

"Thank you."

"I admit--should I admit this?--I admit I was expecting you to be a little different. More--I don't know--how much do you weigh?"

"240. 250."

"Yeah. Geez. I guess I expected someone more--"

"Is your assistant going to eat that?"

Assistant: "Actually I was just--"

"Give it to him."

"Thank you."

"So, Hampton. We've been--all of us here, isn't that right?--"

Assistant: "Yes. All of us."

"We've been dying to meet the man behind Fun Party Blog!"

"Fun Party Photo Party Orgy Blog, actually."

"Yes, Fun Party Photo Blog!"

"Fun Party Photo Party Orgy Blog."

"Right. That's what I said."

"I wish that had been what you said."

"Hampton, I'm sorry, but can we move on?"

"Yes."

"So, as I was saying, we're all very excited to work with you in various creative ways!"

"Great."

"Because, you know, we've all felt for a long time that what the world needed was a blog that, like, it got inside the world of celebrity, you know? With photos and stuff? As you have on your blog. But was also, like, critical of the world of celebrity, you know? That took, you might say, a meta approach to it? And also to the media. Let's not forget that we live in an--to quote Debord--an age of spectacle. That the, you know, superstructure of culture has become the base--and so our great heroes are going to be, like culture heroes. That is to say bloggers. Don't you think?"

Assistant: "That's so true."

"So, Hampton, though I've never actually read your blog, from what I understand--"

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, I didn't quite understand that."

"Which part of it didn't you quite understand?"

"The not reading my blog part."

"I said: I haven't read your blog, yet."

"I see. I see. What do you read?"

"The New Left Review. Mostly."

"But you want to give me half a million dollars to describe my life as a celebrity blogger."

"Exactly!"

"Are you going to eat that?"

"Well. Uh. I just started--I mean--I'm all done. It's all you. You the man."

"Thank you."

 So. That's where we are, readers. Naturally I am very excited to be working with Big Media Publishers on this exciting project. I think they really have a vision and I admire people with vision.

I want to kill myself.

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7/12/06

Hello! Welcome back to Fun Party Photo Party Orgy Blog! It's really hot these days in the n+1 office, where I'm still staying until I get back on my feet, possibly by selling this blog to a major media consortium (hint, hint). So this is going to be a short post.

Sometimes people ask me: Hampton, how did you get into this racket? I mean, you went to Yale, you studied Russian literature, and then you continued your studies, also at Yale, in the field of Comparative Literature, after which you furthered your work, this time at Princeton, in the Princeton Society of Fellows, as a Fellow, after which you were appointed to a Lectureship at Trinity College, Cambridge, followed thereon by a Fellowship, at said college, after which point you gave a series of seminars--short, but devastating--at the Free University in Berlin, reprised those seminars at the Vrije Universietet in Amsterdam, then annotated and expanded them at the Libera Universit? di Bozen-Bolzano.

 Now you run the Fun Party Photo Party-Orgy Photo Blog out of the n+1 office, where you sleep under the desk. And what I guess I'm asking here is: How did that happen?

And I just (this is Hampton talking, now)--I just don't think that's a polite question. Also, I do not sleep under the desk; I sleep on the settee. Have a nice day.

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7/11/06

So I headed out this weekend to take my first series of party photos. I know my readers know I am the man when it comes party photo-taking, and I did not want to disappoint.

What cruel disappointment indeed, then, when I show up at all the hot clubs in Soho, Noho, Bobo--and don't get in! It turns out no one's ever heard of the n+1 Announcements Page Blog. In fact, a lot of the people working the door at these places haven't even heard of n+1.

Which is weird.

So, no party photos today, I'm afraid. To keep this from happening in the future, I am changing the name of this blog to Fun Photo Party Photo Blog.

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Update: Neither Angelina nor Jessica has responded to my posts the of the other day (archived below). If you'll recall, I suggested that Angelina may have a bit of an eating problem, and Jessica might be missing a tooth.

Right now? Silence on the other end. Hm.

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OK. I am changing the name again: It's going to be Fun Photo Party Blog Photo Orgy Blog. Yes, that's the one. I'm Hampton and I'll see you blogsters later.

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7/7/06

OK, time to start blogging. Here goes.

Angelina: Anorexic?

Jessica: Missing a tooth?

Jennifer: Whoa!

George: My old college roommate!

Adam Moss!!

Bill Keller.

Phew. OK. Those aren't real links up there. Except the one to Yale. I'm still figuring out how to do links.

TO DO THIS WEEKEND:

n+1 Announcements Page Digital Camera Fun Party Shoot!

And in the meantime, you litigants, you complainers, know this: I will not stop blogging. I will not stop viciously tearing down celebrities, those hypocrites, those lechers. I will continue to wreak havoc on New York media insiders. And outsiders. Until I get a book deal. Or a job at New York magazine. Mark my words. I have a PhD.

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7/6/06

Wow, the reader mail has already started to pour in. Let's look.

Reader: Yo, Hampton, this blog rocks! Keep up the good work!

Hampton: Thank you.

Reader: Yo, Hampton, wassup! Love the blog. So, listen, what you're saying is, it's going to be a blog about celebrities, with lots of celebrity photos and party photos and stuff, but it will also make fun of celebrities? Is that what you're saying?

Hampton: Yes.

Reader: That's awesome! Rock on!

Hampton: Thank you.

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7/5/06

Hi everybody it's Hampton!

First of all, I am so grateful to be blogging on this blog. I mean, look at my predecessor. I want to say hats off to my predecessor. This is a guy who--this is a guy who two weeks ago was just a guy living under the desk at the n+1 office, who'd never read a book his entire life, he had problems in the head, he had no girlfriend--and he started a lit-blog. Look at him now! As far as I can tell, he never actually discussed an actual work of literature on his blog; never performed anything even remotely analogous to literary criticism; betrayed no interest in or idea about *how* literary criticism would be done, by someone who knew how to do it; wrote, if I'm reading correctly, mostly about his own insecurities, his own insufficiencies--I mean, thinly veiled--and now look at him: he's taking over the New York Times Book Review.

That is what I call using the blog. That is blog-power. Hats off.

Me, I'm Hampton (!), as I've said, and my interests are different. I'm not such a high-brow, for one thing. I'm more of a cultural consumer, you might say. Here is a delicious irony for you, to start us off, and that will complete my first, I hope tantalizing, post on this site. OK, ready? I hate celebrities--and yet I am also weirdly fascinated by them.

Mm? Perhaps, at some deeper level, I blog for you?

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7/4/06

Dear Everybody.

I have some great news! Also, sad news, because I have come to love this blog, this blogging, and living under the desk here at the n+1 office, setting up interviews, receiving review copies. It's been quite a ride.

But it's time to move on.

Effective immediately, I am leaving The Announcements Page to take over the editorship of the New York Times Book Review.

My friend Hampton, whom I met recently in a bar, will be taking over the blog. He told me he will be doing media criticism and social commentary; I think you'll like him quite a bit.

Much as I am loath to go, this was an opportunity I could not pass up.

Yours ever,

etc.

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7/3/06

I have so many enemies.

If you put them all in a room--a very large room--a stadium, even--and shot them?

Well, then I would have no more enemies.

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6/26/06

Are you going to London? n+1 is now in Paris, Tokyo, Prague, Berlin, Los Angeles, and Cambridge, Mass. But it's not in London. This is really getting out of hand. Email international distribution tsar gregory.rothschild.jackson@gmail.com. You won't regret it.

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6/22/06

When last we looked, our blogger was in existential crisis in Paris-- both about his blogging and about his dollars. Now it's time for the final installment of Paris Diary: Day 5: I LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO A PARISIAN PROSTITUTE. See below.

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Reader mail just keeps coming.

A reader writes: "This is the worst blog on the internet. Seriously. What I want to know is--do the editors of n+1 know you're doing this? Those guys are awesome. Whereas you, man, you don't even have a comments section. Loser."

Well, um, to answer your question, as I've previously said, I'm living under the desk here at n+1. But I guess maybe they don't know about this blog, to answer your question, um, no.

Let me tell you something, though: I am not going to stop.

I am out here with no supervision. I'm out here with no idea of a chain of command, no battle plan, no hierarchy, no fealty to any notions of human decency. But you know what?

I'm winning the war.

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6/20/06

The nice people at n+1, who've been letting me lit-blog here on their announcements page, after I wrote them a bathetic letter asking if they wouldn't mind, and also who've been letting me sleep in their office, under the desk, just for a little while, until I get back on my feet--have asked that I suggest that my loyal blog readers subscribe to their magazine. And I do. Suggest it. Here.

I don't read it myself--I don't read anything--but from what I understand it's really good, and the new issue especially. Conspected here.

If you're into that sort of thing.

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New Paris Diary (day 4) entry below (I EXPERIENCE ANOTHER CRISIS AND SUBJECT IT TO ECONOMIC ANALYSIS). It's way down there. Enjoy!

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6/19/06

Monday is reader mail day.

A reader writes: "Hey, you suck! Are you going to reply to King Wenclas? He's going after you on his blog! Are you gonna let him do that?"

I reply: But he's not making any sense over there. Or anyway a very limited kind of sense. He brushes with a broad brush.

A reader responds: Now you're not making any sense! Anyway, people don't know that. They might think he is making sense. Then what?

I: Do you think he's making sense?

Reader: No. But other people might. Anyway, you suck!

Well, he's got a point. Maybe I'll respond. It's not like I have a job or anything. In the meantime, Paris Diary continues at the bottom of the previous Paris Diary. Below, in other words.

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6/14/06

Mes amis Christiens! I am back from Paris. I am filled with impressions. I was going to live-blog the entire city but they wouldn't let me plug in my laptop. Or, as some of my lit-blog colleagues would say: They wouldn't let us.

So I'm going to post my diary of the trip, gradually, over the next few days, to give you a kind of tape-delayed live-blog, except I'll do it more than once a day, so it'll be like Rangers in 60, where they cut out the boring parts. Here goes:

DAY 1: PARIS IS FOR BLOGGERS

I can't believe this place! Everyone sits around at cafes all day, sipping espresso, watching the days go by, having thoughts but no access to their libraries. Truly it is as they say: That Paris is the city for bloggers.

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DAY 2: LEARNING FRENCH

"Translation is an evil," writes our tour guide, Henry Adams, "chiefly because everyone who cares for medieaval architecture cares for medieaval French, and ought to care still more for medieaval English."

It's true. I should learn those things. A normal man would need at least six months of intensive study. But I am not a normal man; I am a blogger. See you on Day 4.

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DAY 2, CONT: A WORD ON ECONOMICS; or, TROUBLE IN BLOGGER PARADISE

Before I go off to learn medieval French, a word on economics. Bloggers, of course, don't get paid. But if they were paid, they'd be paid in dollars. And something seems to have happened to the US dollar while I was on the flight from Newark. Something very, very bad.

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DAY 3: I EXPERIENCE A CRISIS

So I emailed my shrink to tell him I wasn't going to be able to update my blog while I was here, because the Parisians won't let me plug in my laptop, and boy did he get upset. He said he'd think of something and get back to me.

Perhaps I should backtrack a little and explain how I started this blog.

My life wasn't going that great. I mean, my personal life. My professional life, let's not even talk about that. But my personal life, my girlfriend had broken up with me. Or maybe "girlfriend" is more accurate. I don't know how she'd feel about being referred to in that way, even with the scare quotes. We'd only talked a couple of times. Anyway, it was over.

And some other bad things had happened.

So I was seeing my shrink, a lot, I was seeing a lot of my shrink, and one day he came in, like he'd had an idea, and he said: "Why don't you start a blog? It might be therapeutic for you."

I said: "What? Ha! I couldn't possibly start a blog. You need real special expertise to start a blog. And if you want to start a lit-blog--as I would, you are well aware of my interest in literature--well, you need to be a real writer, to start a lit-blog."

And then my shrink did this thing he does, it's kind of annoying, where he doesn't say anything, and I'm supposed to sit there and realize how stupid was the last thing I said, or unreasonable, or sociopathic, or whatever.

So, to make a long story short, then I started this blog that you see before you. And the rest is lit-blog history.

But now I'm in Paris and I can't blog! My shrink was real freaked out, like I said, and he emailed me half an hour later to give me the name of his old teacher, a renowned Parisian psychoanalyst. I guess my shrink thought I'd do something crazy if I didn't see someone soon.

So I went there this afternoon. I was nervous. I'd never seen a famous Parisian psychoanalyst. But more than nervousness, I felt craziness! I hadn't seen a shrink, or blogged, in days. I was filled with things to tell him, about lit-blogging, about my fellow lit-bloggers, about the controversies swirling around the lit-blog world, with regard, for example, to the future of lit-blogging.

He met me with great politeness and savoir faire. How civilized are the French! (I thought.) He offered me the couch. I lay down on it. I began to tell him those things I'd been thinking about, about lit-blogging, the debates in the lit-blogging world, some of the philosophical questions--I thought this would particularly interest him, being a Frenchman--that were swirling, in the lit-blogosphere, with regard to the philosophy of lit-blogging--and then suddenly he says, "Monsieur. Your time is up."

"But I've only been here five minutes!"

"Yes. It's true. But an analyst's time is also the analyst's, you know. Good-bye."

And he kicked me out! I couldn't believe it!

And, man, I was really thrown in upon myself. It was intense. I had no choice--suddenly--but to struggle with some things, then and there. It was as if he'd cut through my unconscious resistance to a question that had been nagging at me, an existential question: Is this bullshit? I asked.

Is lit-blogging bullshit?

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DAY 4: THE ECONOMICS OF FRANCE--AND LIT-BLOGGING

As I mentioned earlier, there were apparently some problems with the dollar when I was flying over here. That is to say, it tanked.

After my meeting with the Lacanian psychoanalyst--which was extraordinarily expensive--I went into an existential crisis about the fate of lit-blogging. And also about the state of my finances.

Everything in France costs way more than you would think. It's true they do everything in Euros, but in real terms, that is to say in dollar terms, everything is super-expensive. And I began to wonder, How do the French afford it?

Now, regular readers of this blog know that I'm not a trained economist. I'm a lit-blogger. But here's how I figure it.

A Frenchman charges a Frenchman 10 Euros for some cheese. (That's about 40 bucks, with the new exchange rate. But, anyway, 10 Euros.)

Say the cheese-buying Frenchman is a fancy Lacanian psychoanalyst. Having paid so much for a scrap of cheese, he has no choice but to charge a different Frenchman 200 Euros for a session.

Let's say the analysand owns a bar. (The cheese-shop proprietor, finding himself at the center of French culture, experiences no anxiety, and therefore no need to be analyzed. The bar owner is a different story.) The bar owner then turns around, having paid so much for his analysis, and charges the cheese man 8 Euros for a beer!

In short, you see, all the Frenchmen are ripping each other off, but it works out: it's like a circle. They could charge each other half that, if they felt like it, like normal people, because they're not earning any money off each other.

Except this is where the lit-blogger from America comes in! If the French were charging each other 5 Euros for cheese, and 100 Euros for analysis, and 4 Euros for a beer, they'd have to charge the lit-blogger the same thing! And then where would they be? Whereas now, when the lit-blogger comes to visit, they charge him double that, and explain, Well, those are our prices. Que voulez-vous?

And that, my friends, is how the French national economy operates. It is a national economy based entirely on the proceeds from ripping me off. A lit-blogger. Who lives in n+1's basement.

And I'm asking you: Is that a strategy for success in the 21st century?

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DAY 5: I LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO A PARISIAN PROSTITUTE 

I'm just kidding. What kind of blog do you think this is, you pervert? I went to the Air India office and changed my ticket. I'm leaving today. This place is a drag.

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6/12/06

n+1 art criticizer Dushko Petrovich's paintings will be showing as part of the Boston Young Contemporaries Show, June 15 to July 21, at 808 Commonwealth Avenue. Opening reception on June 15 from 6 to 10 pm. Free wine (we assume), plus Dushko in a jacket.

(If you've never seen Dushko in a jacket, it's no trifling thing: he looks imposing, in the way of certain sleek semi-northern bears, yet eminently approachable. Magnetic, even. And the paintings! You could say something similar about the paintings: imposing, charismatic. Highly recommended.)

6/4/06

Oh, man, this is really embarrassing. I didn't post yesterday because I was so embarrassed. I have egg on my face, boy.

But as regular readers of this blog know, when I have egg on my face, I'm the first to say so. So I'm saying it. Egg on face. Right here.

Oh, man.

Robert Musil, it turns out, is dead. Not alive. Kaput. No book tour, no radio appearances, and no interview with this blog. Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to RSS-ing it on their RSS feed.

This is embarrassing.

But also it's a lesson to publicists! Am I supposed to guess that Robert Musil is dead? Nowhere in the press materials--the ecstatic blurbs, the description of the novel as a "towering triumph of Austro-Hungarian modernism"--nowhere does it say that Musil is dead.

Not to be vindictive, but in the future when I get a book from this publicist, there's going to be a sneaking suspicion in my head: Is this author dead? Last one was.

OK?

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Otherwise, I'm off to Paris. Parisians love bloggers. A bientot! Or, as my French teacher Mme. Levy used to say: "Let us conjugate the Dr. and Mrs. Vandertamp verbs. And you, over there, with the blog: Don't think I don't see that you've placed the entire list of verbs on a sheet that is lying on the floor next to your desk. Just because I am French does not mean that I am stupid."

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6/3/06

Hello everyone! I am proud to announce that The Announcement Page's Read This or We'll Cut Off Your Fingers! pick for this week has been decided on, and it's... Robert Musil's The Man Without Qualities. I haven't read this book yet, but it sounds awesome: It's about a guy who has no qualities. He just kind of walks around Austria all the time.

Hm.

I'm going to interview Mr. Musil on the site next week, so please tune in for that. Here are some of the questions I'll be asking: Q: I haven't read your book yet--though I'm totally psyched to--but I'm wondering, what prompted you to write a book about a guy with no qualities? Most books are written about guys with qualities. But in this book the guy has no qualities at all! I mean, that's what I've heard. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Q: I'm wondering--I know you're from Austria--but what do you think of the lit-blog revolution, as it's been called?

Q: Which lit-blogs do you read?

Q: Well, do you read this lit-blog?

Q: OK. A lot of lit-bloggers have been talking recently about the total dearth of books in translation here in America. What do you think about that? Is it a problem with publishers or readers? Because I know there are a lot of books out there that aren't being translated, and then, even if they are translated, they aren't being read, by people, specifically by me, I'm not reading them.

Q: There was this article recently that, I haven't read it yet, but it discussed... actually, I'm not sure what it discussed. I'm not sure where it was from, is the thing. I saw a link to it. But I was wondering... you know, I just wanted to ask you... well... what did you think of it?

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Friday is reader mail day.

A reader writes: "Your blog sucks! You should be ashamed of yourself, you loser!"

Uh-huh. Which one of us is living with his parents and which one of us has a blog? Eh?

I mean, OK, we both live with our parents. But one of us has a blog and one of us is writing the other mean emails. Am I right?

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6/2/06

Just read this and this and this on Kos. Can you believe that guy? What an idiot!

I'm just kidding. Those aren't even links. Who's Kos? Who's Atrios? Are all the bloggers Greek?

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6/1/06

A friend on Amazon's dream of total automatization: "What they want ideally is just to have a warehouse, with robots taking the orders and packaging the books. In fact they'd be better off without any products. They could just ship empty envelopes back and forth across the country and pocket the mark-up on postage."

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At some point, it seems, all intellectual endeavors run into the problem of distribution. It drives people crazy; it drove Ezra Pound crazy. The middle Cantos--they're all about Major Douglas and distribution. Then they put him in a cage.

The Announcements Page is our middle Cantos.

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Don't miss the brief but dramatic appearance of "Babel in California" (Issue 2) hero Grigory Freidin in Elif Batuman's Ice House article in last week's New Yorker. It's not online, and neither is "Babel in California."

You can pick up Issue 2 here, and subscribe here. As for the New Yorker, you subscribe to that by picking up one of those little sub inserts that clutter our subway system and putting it in the mailbox. Highly recommended!

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5/30/06

Issue Four now available on Amazon, here. Or search for "n+1 Reconstruction."

For the record, Amazon takes a 55 percent cut on all issues sold. This is slightly better for us than a traditional distributor (who takes 15 percent on top of the 40 percent taken by the bookstore; although, on the other hand, you are in that case giving 40 percent to the bookstore, instead of the Amazon warehouse ("You gonna buy that?" they say to browsers at the Amazon warehouse. "This isn't a bookstore, you know.")), but it is significantly worse than a subscription. So, if it's all the same to you . . .

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To protect consumers, full publication history of n+1 available for the first time here. Written by the Sub-sub-librarian.

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Once again, for the fourth straight time, the current issue does not come in a cigar box.

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Co-editor Mark Greif discussing the state of the American novel with James Wood and Christopher Lydon, here.

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In the interests of history, we'll simply add posts to the top of this page without deleting outdated posts, which will get pushed down. And we'll repeat posts that bear repeating, such as this one:

INTERNATIONAL DISTRIBUTION

We must get Issue 4 across the ocean! Please email Greg Jackson, international distribution czar, if you're flying anywhere and have some room in your carry-on: gregory.rothschild.jackson@gmail.com.