I know, right? I'm rereading Pulp right now, and it's just one great line after another. I love this exchange between Nicky Belane and his landlord, McKelvey:
"Swore on my mother's honor to keep it quiet."
"Your mother's honor? She's handled more turkeyneck than the corner butcher!"
I like The Most Beautiful Woman in Town better than Notes of a Dirty Old Man, since they're both taken from his column, I'd do one or the other. How about Pulp, though? It's great for a birthday, a little bit more light-hearted. It's really a great read and it'll make you laugh out loud.
See, I always thought that although his novels were great, his poetry and shorts were on another level. Maybe I'm wrong, but it's been my impression that Buke was first and foremost a poet. His novels are a fun, quick, easy read, but they almost seem to me like a cut&paste job from his poetry...
FINE!!!!! You guys took mine. This is another fave, from Pulp:
"Now, I mean, it just wasn't fair. Her dress fit so tight it almost split at the seams. Too many chocolate malts. And she was on heels so high they looked like little stilts. She walked like a drunken cripple, staggering around the...
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