Thanks to Beetnik, I’m reading this little blurble in the New York Times by Dave Eggers, who wrote two books I can honestly say I’m not really sure I understood, but enjoyed the hell out of anyway. The blurb is Sixteen Tons Of Fun, and is all about Eric Idle taking the Holy Grail to Broadway.
No, really. He is. There’s a movie coming about Graham Chapman’s life, too.
Some neat history about the first season of Monty Python’s Flying Circus, which I saw for the first time EVER when I was about eight, and was sitting in Erin Fernstrom’s TV room, eating icecream and giggling my fool head off (I’d just got back from a VERY dull week away at the lake, where they ate, seemingly, nothing but salads with sunflower seeds in ’em, and MPFC combined with the icecream was a true godsend).
But yeah, David Eggers is the guy what cobbled together A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, complete with the “Rules and Suggestions for Enjoyment of This Book” section, which is a fun read in of itself, complete with the illustration of a stapler, just in case you forgot what they looked like.
You Shall Know Our Velocity is also great, about two guys setting off with a schwack of money all over the globe to commemorate their recently deceased friend (brother? can’t remember), and is the one that I had the most trouble following. Not because it’s badly written, but because I kept tripping on the excellent writing, and not paying enough attention to what was going on…
But yeah, so…
What was my point? Oh yeah, go read the NYT thing here.
