A review of the review (of the review of this blog)
This blog writes its own (mostly flattering) reviews.
Following in the hallowed footsteps of the great great fake rakesh jhunjhunwalla, this blog will attempt to cast a spotlight on the sheer genius, the completely mindbogglingly super-fantastic literary skills displayed even in the review (of the review) of this blog. Following which, the review will review itself, and cast a new page on this online news journal following the life and activities of an extremely humble i.
First thing one notices about the review (about the review) is the word-skills of the famed author, who went on to write an entire book spotlighting the acclaimed author john ray Jr who reviewed the review on 'do the senses make sense?' and other such journalistic endeavors The review prized itself on being the first review on the review that reviewed the review with such flattering praise that even the reviewer was wont to feel a touch guilty. (much like his subject).
Written in times when homosexuality was just coming out of the closet, the reviewed review of the book goes on to write a sequel (to the sequel ... ) about the adventures of one happygay man who married a woman simply to be close to her father. Known to be more shocking, more explicit and far more interesting than the 'original' Lolita, this version chronicles the adventures of the young man, the 14 year old gender confused maleman.
Written in times when homosexuality was just coming out of the closet, the reviewed review of the book goes on to write a sequel (to the sequel ... ) about the adventures of one happygay man who married a woman simply to be close to her father. Known to be more shocking, more explicit and far more interesting than the 'original' Lolita, this version chronicles the adventures of the young man, the 14 year old gender confused maleman.
Never before seen footage of the film (the entirely fictitious 'humbert') is an add-on on the released dvd (fictitious, we hope!) cast onto an unsuspecting mid 20th century audience, many of whom wept on reading some of its pages (no tears shed for the author, we hope)
how strange ? (yes, that is a questin)
