Literary readings are usually about as rousing as a two-hour wait at the DMV. Maybe it's the stick-up-the-butt, tea-party ambience; maybe it's the fact that most writers can't credibly translate their prose into the spoken word. Whatever the reason, the whole idea of sitting on a folding chair, sipping fruit punch and nodding gravely while some would-be Rod McKuen blows dust out of his pie hole is enough to make most decent people pray desperately for an Uzi -- or at least some... More >>>