We don't read the Lexington, Kentucky, newspaper very often, because we were under the impression that neither the paper nor, frankly, the city offered much of interest to New Yorkers.

The Times Book Review sure is on a roll: After last week's vagtastic review of all things mildly inappropriate, editor Tannenhaus keeps us drenched in intellectual salsa by taking on fatties, sex, and the worth of rock critics. Intern Alexis could barely keep her bladder in one piece. Her weekly review follows.

Bonnie Fuller's upcoming memoir will be titled The Joys of Much Too Much: Go For the Big Life — The Great Career, The Perfect Guy and Everything Else You Ever Wanted (Even If You're Afraid You Don't Have What It Takes), as Jeff "Big Lug" Bercovici reported last week in WWD.

She draws from Toronto, but illustrator and cartoonist Patricia Storms has identified just the right superhero pair to save sensitive, intellectual New York men from utter and complete emasculation: The Comic-Book Novelists!

• Sadly, the thought of do-anything writer A.J. Jacobs' penning something entitled The Ark Project: How many pairs of animals can I fill my house with before my wife divorces me? isn't too far-fetched. [Zulkey]
• No hand-eye coordination? You're so, so gay. [Salon]
• TV news seems to think the internet may save them. Also, it's Opposite Day! [WSJ]
• You know what we need? Another cheesy, thematic nightclub. Something like Roulette sounds like a good start. [Joonblog]
• Another 7-11 plans an UES invasion. Time for last rites of the cheap-ass bodega. [Jossip]

Gawker correspondent and mascot Andrew Krucoff IM'd us yesterday afternoon with a plea. This in itself was not unusual — The Krook's a little needy, we've come to realize — but we were surprised to learn he had an inspired idea: What about a Party Crash of Chuck Klosterman's book party?

This week's coverage of the Times Book Review is a day late, but hardly a dollar short. Intern Alexis got so wrapped up in the wild world of John Irving's penis and Julianne Moore's vaginal endorsements, she barely had the wherewithal to tackle a sidelined Christopher Hitchens and the shape of gay literature. So, to recap, after the jump you've got genitalia, Hitch, and The Gays. If that's not the best book review ever, we don't know what is.

And apparently it's quite popular.

Click to enlarge.

An announcement in last night's Publisher's Lunch:

Aw, shucks. Sometimes — and, we should admit, only rarely — we love you guys. This is one of those times.

WHAT BLOG, full of catty commentary on her publishing-world coworkers, recently got the junior employee who was writing it fired from a major house?

• A special report from New York's Greg Sargent: "The photographer who took the picture in Edward Klein's new book, The Truth About Hillary, catching Bill Clinton in a moment of P.D.A. with someone other than his wife, says that the book's use of the photo is a 'huge misrepresentation of the event.'" [NY Mag]
• Still, The Truth About Hillary is a huge big deal: "The furor over the new book could eventually make Sen. John Kerry's swift-boat veterans nightmare last summer look as inconsequential as Saddam Hussein's junk-food menu," says Jon Friedman. [Market Watch]
• Unless it's not a big deal at all: "[I]t will not, as has been hoped or feared, do for any Clinton presidential campaign what Unfit For Command did for the Kerry one. This clip+paste job by a former editor of the New York Times magazine is unlikely to change a single mind, let alone vote," says Sara Nelson. [Publishers Weekly]
• Plus, the reviews suck: "The super-hyped new book aimed at derailing Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton's hopes for the White House has been widely panned by independent reviews," note the Post. [NYP]

For the New Yorker who has everything — including a spare studio apartment in which to store the 1,082 titles.

In New York, book deals are like cats: Everyone has one.

A lot of women marry for money, but if they're truly wise they'll marry for money and direct access to an industry of interest. Take, for instance, MacKenzie Bezos, wife of online book behemoth Amazon.com founder and CEO Jeff Bezos:

We sometimes wonder if the real question is not why people leave the leave the book industry, but why anyone even stays. The most recent casuality is Jonathan Karp, former editor-in-chief of Random House, who unexpectedly resigned yesterday. He had worked there for 16 years and, as the story says, was "once considered a wunderkind." (Before, you mean, he got so damned old.) His biggest recent hits were Seabiscuit and Shadow Divers.

<a href="http://maudnewton.comMaud Newton directs our attention to an email circulating, sent from a book critic to an editor who changed a word in a review. The editor changed a "the" to an "a" in the review of Mark Dunn's Ella Minnow Pea, which is more important than we made it sound, but still not this important.

When we were in college and having delusions of literary greatness, we imagined that that a "Book Expo" in New York City, the Greatest City In The World, would feature all the great authors sitting at a big desk and discussing their craft. Richard Ford. Kurt Vonnegut. Charles Bukowski. Douglas Coupland. Don DeLillo. Maybe Salinger would shock everyone and drop by. It was our fantasy. Let us have it.

Tomorrow isn't just Radar's official debut; it's also the release of Rachel Pine's first novel, The Twins of Tribeca. (We're guessing you may find the latter much more interesting, so bear with us.) The novel is about a young publicist at Glorious Pictures, an edgy movie company started by two brothers, Phil and Tony Waxman. None too coinidentally, Pine was once a slave at Bob and Harvey Weinstein's Miramax shirtwaist factory, and now she's gone and sold her roman
clef to — pregnant pause — Miramax Books. Weirdly meta for Pine, and a viciously smart business move for the Miramax boys.