Considered titles for my novel:
The Happy Dirigible
Entertain My Fiasco
Womb Puppet
Empire State Bildungsroman
The Man Who Shat in a Minefield and Blew His Ass Off
The Elephant Chair
The Mexican Hat Rack
Blind Man in a Lightbulb Factory
Tubercular Bells
Also in the works, an off-Broadway musical about the rise of Lynyrd Skynyrd, tentatively entitled Don't Cry For Me, Alabama.
10 October 2010
Brainstorming Session
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Hmm, I like The Elephant Chair best.
Are you (or were you) really working on a novel??
I am. It starts with my going to bed with a fictional version of Groucho Marx. The novel is what I dream about after we're finished. ;)
I don't think I have the stamina for a novel, much as I'd like to. Feel free to help yourself to my title if you have something to pin it on.
I'm reading The Groucho Letters now, which is as brilliant as any of their films.
"I am sure that the average movie fan could learn in time to distinguish between Ingrid Bergman and Harpo. I don't know whether I could, but I certainly would like to try."
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