IN CASE YOU MISSED IT yesterday.

HERE is moving image of me a) drinking Fresca and b) attempting to kick Fresca bottle off of John Sellers’s head,

JUST LIKE MY LABEL-MATE THE RZA DID, except not Fresca, and certainly not WHILE INSIDE A CAR.

That is all.

AS YOU WILL REMEMBER from the title page of MORE INFORMATION THAN YOU REQUIRE, I am not the ONLY author published by Dutton and Riverhead. I share that distinction with many luminaries, including Darin Strauss, Ken Follett, David Rees, and, of course, THE RZA, author of THE TAO OF WU.

IN FACT, RZA and I not only share an editor, but also a fondness for KICKING THINGS OFF OF JOHN SELLERS‘S HEAD. As you will see from the video below.

I THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD for someone to create a song featuring RZA’s version of the SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN theme. IN FACT, I will give a free audiobook and/or paperback to the first person who A) DOES IT and B) DOES THE BEST JOB, ACCORDING TO ME.

MEANWHILE, my question for Sean McDonald of Riverhead books is:

WHY HAVEN’T YOU SIGNED UP RZA’S SIFU FOR A BOOK DEAL?

I HAVE JUST saved publishing.

That is all.

POST SCRIPT: please also note that Ken Folett’s splash page features a photograph of Ian McShane that you MUST SEE.

UPDATED: NOW WITH EVEN MORE RZA: John Sellers gets Rza to confess to GEEKDOM.

WHY DID NONE OF YOU TELL ME about the return of John Sellers’s BRUCE CAMPBELL WATCH?

I REALIZE NOW what a mistake it was to go internetless this summer.

NEVER AGAIN.

MEANWHILE, please tell Sellers to keep it up.

That is all.

OBVIOUSLY, the title PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES is itself intrinsically delightful.

AND THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF LITERARY HAY MADE in literary/copyright nerd circles regarding the implications of this mash-up of the public domain and the living dead.

AND OBVIOUSLY I AM DELIGHTED TOO that the book, published in Philadelphia by an independent press is, as of this posting, number 89 on Amazon, purely through its viral, zombielike march across the internet.

BUT WHAT DELIGHTS ME MOST is the fact that Jason Rekulak is behind it, and as per Galleycat, he took the book to the NY ComicCon.

REKULAK was John Sellers’s editor once, and so I had call to speak to him on the phone once or twice back when I was a literary agent. He was very smart and inventive and Sellers-fond; and plus, HIS NAME IS REKULAK, so he sounded more like an alien invader than a book editor.

SO I AM EXTREMELY DELIGHTED that he has risen from the grave of traditional book publishing to help foster what would seem to be an unstoppable, brain-devouring success.

CONGRATULATIONS to Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith, and

KNEEL BEFORE REKULAK!

That is all.

PS: Does anyone have any pictures of Ape-Lad from ComicCon?

I TEMPORARILY INTERRUPT this long, sustained silence on this imitation blog to say:

BRUCE CAMPBELL

BRUCE CAMPBELL

BRUCE CAMPBELL

NOW THAT I’VE GOT your search engine’s attention, let me point out that:

IT IS TRUE that I once was Bruce Campbell’s literary agent, and in that capacity it was my job to occasionally…

A) ACCOMPANY Bruce to horror movie conventions;

B) TAKE HIM TO RESTAURANTS, including the old-old Shopsin’s, in order to eat for free;

and C) CON MY FRIEND and colleague John Sellers into running a regular feature on Bruce in the pages of TIME OUT NEW YORK, a weekly magazine devoted to stopping time here in New York City.

(I ALSO SOLD Bruce’s first book, though given the advance I got for it, “SOLD” is a kind word. Luckily, Bruce was always kind, and he also made up it all up in royalties and awesomeness.)

NOW SELLERS HAS DUG UP the entire archive of BRUCE CAMPBELL WATCH ‘98, documenting its brief-but-bright, mayfly like life in print, and including…

THIS PHOTO OF BRUCE, who very gamely dropped by the TONY office’s after our Shopsin’s lunch to trash Sellers’s desk and, as you can see, visably disapprove of his portable CD player, once again proving that:

BRUCE CAMPBELL SAW THE DEATH OF HARD MEDIA coming from a mile away.

That is all.

(POST SCRIPT) if you look closely, you will also see The Big Brett Martin looking uncharacteristically ungrumpy. You will also see John Sellers making a joke about “Nick Freno, Licensed Teacher.” RIP Mitch Mullany.