Posted
7:41 PM
by Gene
The New York Observer, the rag that gave us Candace Bushnell, the, er, lady who made sex as appetizing as (and roughly analogous to) a wad of Skoal in Lenny Dykstra's mouth (EW! YUCK!! GROSS!!!), has this bad habit every three months or so of puffing trendy coming-phenom writers who then disappear forever.
Here's the latest new thing. While the usual intolerable cliches are happily missing ("edgy", "hot", etc.), they're made up for by the sailor-mouth words Arthur L. Carter seems to think make his pile of pink newsprint "adult."
To the PR types who write for the
Observer, a question:
Whatever happened to Jay McInerney?