Authors Electric

Hey, where’s the illustration ? Chill.     You all know me by now as a serious guy, with no passion whatsoever for pranks, jokes, hoaxes or even harmless word play. Not the man that some call Reb Babe. Nooooo. And to reinforce your sense of how deadly earnest I am, I’ve done the thing that isn’t done: published this post with no illo. Think of this as a horror film without an accompanying score or F/X. No creepy little  ooo-eeee-oooo ’s to spook or weird you out. We don’t need that, as you’ll now see. For the horror itself is so low-down, so downright big-time dirty, so caked with slime and gook and mold, that anything extra would give so much less.     You’re on the money if you’ve guessed:     Literary thievery.     But you’re off the money if you’ve guessed:     Plagiarism. C’mon, how’s about an illustration? Hush.     I've been ripped off, as have many of you. And I'd rather die than romantici...