POLITICIANS OF TAMIL NADU

POLITICIANS OF TAMIL NADU

ALL MALE AND FEMALE POLITICIANS OF TAMIL NADU OF ALL INDIAN POLITICAL PARTIES - BOTH "RULING" AND "OPPOSITION" PARTIES - ARE CRIMINAL ALIENS.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

THE COLLECTED WORKS OF A.J. FIKRY

Authors never look that much like their author photos, but the first thing A.J. thinks when he meets Leon Friedman is that he really doesn't look like his author photo. Actual Leon Friedman looks somewhere between old Ernest Hemingway and a department store Santa Claus: big red nose and belly, bushy white beard, twinkly eyes. Actual Leon Friedman looks about ten years younger than his author photo. A.J. decides maybe it's just the excess weight and the beard. 'Leon Friedman. Novelist extraordinaire,' Friedman introduces himself. He pulls A.J. into a bear hug. 'Pleased to meet you. You must be A.J. The gal at Knightley Press says you love my book. Good taste on your part, if I do say so myself.'

'It's interesting that you call the book a novel,' A.J. says. 'Would you say it's a novel or a memoir?'

'Ah, well, we'll be debating that until the cows come home, won't we? You wouldn't happen to have a drink for me? A bit of the old vino always makes these kinds of events go better for me.'

Ismay has provided tea and finger sandwiches for the event but not alcohol. The event had been scheduled for 2 p.m. on a Sunday, and Ismay hadn't thought liquor would be necessary or suit the mood of the party. A.J. goes upstairs for a bottle of wine.

When he gets back downstairs, Maya is sitting on Leon Friedman's knee.

'I like The Late Bloomer,' Maya is saying, 'but I'm not sure I'm the intended audience.'

'Oh ho ho, that is a very interesting observation, little girl,' Leon Friedman replies.

'I make many of them. The only other writer I know is Daniel Parish. Do you know him?'

'Not sure that I do.'

Maya sighs. 'You are harder to talk to than Daniel Parish. What is your favourite book?'

'Don't know that I have one. Why don't you tell me what you'd like for Christmas instead?'

'Christmas?' Maya says. 'Christmas isn't for four months.'

A.J. claims his daughter from Friedman's lap and gives him a glass of wine in exchange. 'Thank you kindly,' Friedman says.

'Would you mind terribly signing some stock for the store before the reading?' A.J. leads Friedman to the back where he sets him up with a carton of paperback books and a pen. Friedman is about to sign his name on the cover of the book when A.J. stops him. 'We usually have the authors sign on the title page if that's fine with you.'

'Sorry,' Friedman replies, 'I'm new to this.'

'Not at all,' A.J. says.

'Would you mind telling me what kind of show you'd like me to put on out there?'

'Right,' A.J. says. 'I'll say a couple of words about you and then I thought you could introduce the book, say what inspired you to write it and such, then you could maybe read a couple of pages and then perhaps a Q and A with the audience, if there's time. Also, we're having a hat contest in honour of the book, and we'd be honoured if you'd pick the winner.'

'Sounds fantastico,' Friedman says. 'Friedman. F-R-I-E-D-M-A-N,' he says as he signs. 'Easy to forget that I.'

'Is it?' A.J. asks.

'Should be a second E there, no?'

Authors are eccentric people so A.J. decides to let this pass. 'You seem comfortable with children,' A.J. says.

'Yeah ... I often play Santa Claus at the local Macy's at Christmas.'

'Really? That's unusual.'

'I've got a knack for it, I suppose.'

'I mean --' A.J. pauses, trying to decide if what he is about to say will offend Friedman. 'I only mean because you're Jewish.'

'Righto.'

'You make a big point of it in your book. Lapsed Jewish. Is that the correct way of saying it?'

'You can say it any way you want,' Friedman says. 'Say, do you have anything harder than wine?'

Friedman has had a couple of drinks by the time the reading commences, and A.J. supposes this must be the reason the writer garbles several of the longer proper nouns and foreign phrases: Chappaqua, apres moi le deluge, Hadassah, L'chaim, challah, and so on. Some writers aren't comfortable reading aloud. During the Q&A, Friedman keeps his answers brief.

Q: What was it like when your wife died?

A: Sad. Damned sad.

Q: What's your favourite book?

A: The Bible. Or Tuesdays with Morrie. Probably the Bible, though.

Q: You look younger than your picture.

A: Why, thank you!

Q: What is it like working at a newspaper?

A: My hands were always dirty.

He's more at home when picking the best hat and during the signing line. A.J.'s managed to get a respectable turnout, and the line extends out the door. 'You should have set up corrals like we do at Macy's,' Friedman suggests. [corral (in N America) a fenced area for horses, cows etc. on a farm or ranch: They drove the ponies into a corral. - Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary of Current English.]

'Corrals are rarely necessary in my line of work,' A.J. says.

Amelia and her mother are the last to have their books signed.

'It's really great to meet you,' Amelia says. My boyfriend and I probably wouldn't have gotten together if not for your book.'

A.J. feels for the engagemennt ring in his pocket. Is this the moment? No, too Jumbotron.

'Give me a hug,' Friedman tells Amelia. She leans over the table, and A.J. thinks he sees the old man look
down Amelia's blouse.

'That's the power of fiction for you,' Friedman says.

Amelia studies him. 'I suppose.' She pauses. 'Only it isn't fiction, right? It really happened.'

'Yes, sweetheart, of course,' Friedman says.

A.J. interrupts. 'Perhaps, Mr. Friedman meant to say that that is the power of narrative.'

Gabrielle Zevin: THE COLLECTED WORKS OF A.J. FIKRY, Little Brown.

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I wonder how sweet Mary [God's virtual "wife"], Adam/Jesus "Son of God", and sweet Eve and all other angels including John have managed to remain so cheerful for billions of years in spite of the insane brutality of rapist Satan [arrogant self-styled "God"] and his evil gang of male and female aliens [e.g. alien swine Gabriel] - the nasty gang of human-lokking self-styled "gods" and "goddesses" - who have tortured the human race for billions of years. God destroyed Satan a few years ago. I think that the reason for the sweet heavenly angels remaining constantly cheerful despite their constant adversity must be that God had promised the heavenly angels that He would eventually arrive on Earth to destroy Satan and his gang of aliens.

Every male and female human should listen to the very interesting Napoleon Hill dialog/dialogue on YouTube
"Outwitting the Devil" (audio) 3:41:07 - to learn how the cunning Devil/Satan managed to cheat and torture the entire human race for billions of years by controlling the minds of humans and causing constant FEAR in their mjnds. God was TOO strong for Satan who was a damned idiot in the eyes of God.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

DAM IN CALIFORNIA WITH BIG HOLE (200, 000 getting evacuated, I think, to avoid getting drowned to death) - causing intense panic in America - the big HOLE in the dam could have been caused by burning LASER. - G

Kishalay Sinha [G]