They Call Me Naughty Lola: Personal Ads from the London Review of Books
1 journaler for this copy...
Later: I enjoyed this, though it wasn't quite the laugh-riot I might have hoped. It's a mix of surreal, humorous, and poignant, as one wonders just what the writers were thinking when they penned their ads. (Some are intentionally snarky or goofy, clearly crafted with care; others... not so much.) They range from page-and-a-half epics to Twitter-style quips - of which I rather liked this one: "Bastard. Complete and utter. Whatever you do, don't reply - you'll only regret it." He does include his contact info, and is clearly playing the "don't push that button" meme for all it's worth!
Then there's the one that opens with "What's your favourite preserved body part? Mine is the diseased bladder of Italian biologist Lazzaro Spallanzani... This and many more conversation-killers available..." If you want an ad to whittle down the responses, that should do it. And as a morbidly-curious person myself, I might have replied to it, had I been seeking an "F, 32" at the appropriate time.
The book ends in mildly-surreal fashion with an itemized list of daredevil Evel Knievel's "chronology of jumps and injuries", perhaps to appeal to sports fans?
Very weird and quite entertaining!
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