Dave Eggers

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The Fishmonger Returns
It was fascinating, this process, thrilling and so quick -- who knew manipulating political reporters would be so easy?
The Fishmonger Returns
Edward Longshanks fought fires, but was Edward Longshanks a firefighter? He was not. Edward Longshanks was a fixer. He was a cleanup man. He was a slate cleaner. He was an operative.
The Fishmonger Returns
She has a donated castle and an army of volunteers wearing T-shirts saying "I Drank the Kool-Aid." So what is Rebecca supposed to do now?
The Fishmonger Returns
The students show up en masse -- some fainting, some drooling -- at Rebecca's campaign headquarters. What, she wonders, could they possibly want?
The Fishmonger Returns
Rebecca continued a few more steps, keys in hand, and felt the line compress around her. She was surrounded. She wanted to scream. They were going to mug her.
The Fishmonger Returns
Rebecca's idea was radical: No money accepted, no money spent -- a campaign of ideas, a campaign of hustle and sweat, brains and legwork.
The Fishmonger Returns
"You want to win," the kid asked Rebecca, "or are you just doing a Ralph Nader kind of thing?"
The Fishmonger Returns
If Giacomo didn't know better, he'd be convinced he had feelings for Rebecca, unrelated to this election. But how?
The Fishmonger Returns
Rebecca was so appallingly nervous and weird that all who sat witness wanted to douse her with water, throw a Red Cross blanket over her, and lead her to safety.
The Fishmonger Returns
He was determined to be strong, to go to D.C. with an agenda, and that agenda was to have simultaneous affairs with three or four women in their 40s.
The Fishmonger Returns
Rebecca noticed Giacomo's eyes were trained on his own reflection. More specifically, on his own ass.
The Fishmonger Returns
A distinct, unsettling scent: Politicking among the undertakers.
The Fishmonger Returns
Rebecca Romaine's biggest concern was how to make her farm-bred catfish taste like nothing. Then came a fateful phone call.
The Unforbidden Is Compulsory
Or, Optimism
Episode 3: "Here we take over," said Sergei, who was now wearing an aviator's scarf. "Here we end this thing. Here we win."
The Unforbidden Is Compulsory
Or, Optimism
Episode 2: The balloon battle heats up, and Bill Bennett enters the picture.
The Unforbidden Is Compulsory
Or, Optimism
Introducing Episode 1 of Salon's new political serial.
He's a lover -- and also a hater
Dale Peck, the madman critic famous for his trash jobs on Moody, Eggers and Franzen, talks about forgiving his abusive father in his new "fictional memoir" and wonders why we can't all get along.
Jesus of the tenements
Dave Eggers introduces Edward Lewis Wallant's "The Tenants of Moonbloom," a lovely allegory of 1950s urban life that might be the greatest New York novel you've never read.
My pseu-called life
"Zoe Trope," the 17-year-old author of "Please Don't Kill the Freshman," received a huge advance to write a diary of her angsty and erotically charged high school days.
The Fix
Is Al Gore going to be the next Phil Donahue? Is the Hulk the hero we all need? And what is all the fuss about bellybuttons on Capitol Hill?
The Fix
Eggers says "I do," "Millionaire" runner-up Sarah says "I will" to Playboy, and Larry David gets Glicked!
The sound bite and the fury
Literary bad boy James Frey says Dave Eggers can eat his dust. His self-promotion is tiresome, but his addiction memoir, "A Million Little Pieces," shows he has the right stuff.
The Believer
Dave Eggers is back -- sort of -- with a lively new monthy magazine from his McSweeney's team that attacks poison-pen literary cynics. So do we dare criticize the Believer?
"You Shall Know Our Velocity" by Dave Eggers
Stop squawking about the money, the youth and the fame -- there's a real writer among us, and Dave Eggers' new novel proves it.
Get used to it
A pile of personalized notecards says the Pitts will stay together. Plus: Ahnuld won't beat his kids; Eggers movie on track; Dave Matthews Band immortalized ... in ice cream!
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