Nom de Plume

I’m finally making a dent in my summer remaindered book order from Edward R. Hamilton. Remaindered books are a funny lot; many sadden you that they are not better known and in the discount bin while others are a complete and total waste of paper. And then there are some, such as Edwardo Jackson’s Neva Hafta, that make one actively reconsider the benefits of book burning.

Nick has an MBA (as we are told several times) who leaves a $70,000 jobs (as we are told even more times) to move to L.A. to become an actor. He learns that his mother is dying of breast cancer, and instead of spending time with her, decides that he needs to get married so she will die happy. Meanwhile, his editor friend says he’ll pay him to write a weekly column about his quest for Ms. Right. Which is crap. Just like the book. Seriously, I don’t know what made me buy this; at $1.99, I feel completely ripped off.