The title of that article scared me but it was intriguing enough to make me click through. It sounds like a terrible, terrible idea.
It's being billed as the "the ringtone of choice among hip literary types this summer," which I don't buy for a second.
I listened to the track, and I was able to dismiss it with a wave of the hand, like a drag queen brushing aside an uppity amateur on Halloween. I mean, it's bad. And unnecessary.
The only good part is that the publisher is quoted as always being on alert for booty-shaking literary artifacts.
Which, of course, is a great segue way to my semi-regular series of photoshopping books I've recently read over the dirty parts of men I'd like to sleep with.
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith
A Drifting Life by Yoshihiro Tatsumi
Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout
Kitchen by Banana Yoshimo
Secret Speech by Tom Rob Smith
Q & A by Vikas Swarup
A Short History of Ukrainian Tractors by Marina Lewycha