Hello reader types, and welcome to your week. And what a weird week! Yesterday Eric talked about the Wylie/Amazon e-book deal, and Random House is super mad. Amazon is adding this to its e-book crown, along with the announcement that they've been selling more e-books than hard copies (although it's not quite clear what that means). Even Stieg Larsson is getting in on the action, selling more than a million e-books. Too bad he's dead and can't enjoy the royalties. But will the e-books become sentient and enslave us? Some say yes.
In this topsy-turvy world, anything can happen. Harlequin's non-fiction is doing very well, thank you very much. The Great Gatsby is now a video game. And hey, Hemmingway is a style icon—want to buy his shoes?
If his shoes aren't quite your style, you can always get these perfumes inspired by books. Or this book inspired by the Situation's abs (also conveniently named the Situation). What is up with celebrity memoirs anyway? Is the book about the Real Housewives really necessary? Do we need a Karl Rove book club? And now we're not even getting the non-celebrity husband version of Eat, Pray, Love. Oh well. You can always read Emily Gould's memoir recommendations, and hope your favorite memoir couples never break up.
Well that's it for me, reader types. Pine for me until next week, and try to stay out of prison—although there's some good prison lit out there, if you're interested. And in some places there's a reading alternative to prison. And books could even help you plot a prison murder... anyway. Until next week here, or all week at Combreviations.