I have spent most of my adult life reading three books a week and perusing two daily newspapers and innumerous magazines. I have watched untold hours of educational TV, thousands of news reports, and scores of movies, all in a quest for learning - and what did it get me? Confusion, anger and dissatisfaction. Day after day, I watched the ignorant, the unaware and the uneducated saunter down the sunny side of the street and wondered why that couldn’t be me.
With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemas? Google+, Facebook plus Twitter Equals the Start of a Beautiful Friendship?
We authors have more friends now than ever before. Back in the day, Leo Tolstoi had maybe ten friends, tops, and they only liked him because he made a helluva borscht. Virginia Wolff had maybe three good pals, but then again she suffered from mental illness and sometimes believed she was a pickle.