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Creepy Old Guy Day in Publishing!

Between Judith Regan’s just-announced Mickey Mantle smutography and Walter Mosely’s forthcoming novel, the “fabulously filthy” Killing Johnny Fry, it seems to be Creepy Old Guy Day in the publishing world. A Radar Online interview with Moseley reveals that the novel touches upon “a melange of insatiable sex — anal intrusion, double penetration, priapism, golden showers” — and that he has figured out what college freshman everywhere know: invoke Camus, and you can get away with anything. To wit:

Existentialism theorizes that people wander between choice, freedom, and angst. Please help me understand the term sexistential.

Well, this is primarily an existential book. Cordell is looking for meaning in his life. Who am I? What am I? Why live? These are very basic questions. And the path that Cordell takes to find that meaning is a path of sexuality. The Stranger is probably my favorite novel. 100 Years of Solitude is pretty good, too. As far as I’m concerned it’s a very similar book, about a guy who is set free by events and goes looking for himself through the act of fucking.

Elsewhere in the Q&A we learn that Killing Johnny Fry contains the line “You feel his cum splashing on her ankle” but without the supporting freshman-lit defense. Oh, come on, Walter. Can we get a Kierkegaard? Heidegger? Anyone?

Gulp Fiction [Radar]

Creepy Old Guy Day in Publishing!