Eventhough I am fans of both their writing, especially Chabon's, I found this particularly funny. Especially the guy's reaction to suggestions he read Tom Clancy or John Grisham.
On a related note, I recently finished reading Chabon's latest book, The Final Solution, A Story of Detection. It's a fairly straightforward mystery starring a very elderly Sherlock Holmes. Chabon never refers to Holmes directly, rather always calling him "the old man." Why? I couldn't tell. The charactes and pacing are handled with polished professionalism, and Chabon's words are a joy to read. However, the book failed to resonant with me like some of his other works. No bother though. It was still better than reading a Clancy novel.
On another related note, it would appear that not only does Mr. Chabon have a knack for good writing, he also is having plenty of fun in bed with his wife - as her essay in the New York Times reveals.
I am the only woman in Mommy and Me who seems to be, well, getting any. This could fill me with smug well-being. I could sit in the room and gloat over my wonderful marriage. I could think about how our sex life - always vital, even torrid - is more exciting and imaginative now than it was when we first met. I could check my watch to see if I have time to stop at Good Vibrations to see if they have any exciting new toys. I could even gaze pityingly at the other mothers in the group, wishing that they too could experience a love as deep as my own.
Way to go Michael.
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