Books I wouldn't read even if they were the last books on earth:
1. A collection of Lynndie England's excuses for what she did to humiliate her country at the Abu Ghrab prison in Iraq - disguised as a biography, of course. According to the Huntington, West Virginia, Herald-Dispatch:
An August appearance at the Library of Congress was canceled over safety concerns, but Taylor Books owner Ann Saville says she’s had only one call and one e-mail from people who are upset.2. Rob Blagojevich's book, The Governor, in which this compulsive liar tries to steal a few more dollars from those gullible enough to throw their money at him. The Chicago Tribune's Eric Zorn is blogging this clown of a politician chapter-by-chapter for the newspaper:
Taylor says hosting England doesn’t indicate support for her actions. Saville says she has an open-door policy for any author who self-publishes.
England was photographed holding a restraint around an Iraqi man’s neck, and giving a thumbs-up and pointing at the genitals of naked, hooded men.
It was literally just five pages ago that Blagojevich was complaining bitterly about feeling strong-armed by the Madigans into making a political donation. Now he's gushing over Dick Mell's ability to "persuade...leverage and ...threaten" to win elections.I am a little surprised that Mr. Zorn seems to be taking a man who has brought such shame on himself and his family at his word. Why would anyone believe anything he says - or pay to read more lies from him?
It seems that being untroubled by irony is one of the pleasures of being Rod Blagojevich.
3. Anything with James Patterson's name on its cover - and it seems that Entertainment Weekly agrees:
That’s right: his next 17 books. That commits the former advertising exec to the publisher until 2012, for 11 more adult books plus six books for younger readers. That’s actually a slackening of his current publishing pace. By year’s end, Patterson will have published a whopping 22 books in the last three years alone.[...]
It’s an impressive commercial operation. The question is, can James Patterson™ be considered a prolific author in the way we regard Joyce Carol Oates (nine books in the last three years, by my count) or Alexander McCall Smith (ten books in three years)? Or is he more like Carolyn Keene or Franklin W. Dixon, the credited “authors” of the comparably well-branded Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mystery series? Are you still a writer if you subcontract out much of the actual, you know, writing?I'm just saying...