I’m reading Toby Young’s memoir titled How to Lose Friends and Alienate People (with a title like that there’s no way I could have left it in the store). It occurred to me that you might know the author, have crossed paths with him or, at the very least, know someone who knows someone who…
He’s a balding British guy who had a brief stint as a contributing editor for Vanity Fair in the mid-90s. He seems to have made enemies out of just about everybody he’s ever met (my kind of guy).
meh. It has its humorous moments but he’s dropping a lot of names that, while I know them, don’t really do much for me. In other words, it’s got a high whoosh factor for me.
Dang! I thought this was going to be a game where Eve deduced what books we were reading, using only her awesome psychic powers and finely honed reasoning skills.
Eve: “I see a brown simulated leather cover with embossed gold lettering. It’s Tom Sawyer, New American Library Edition, 1974.”