I hate those authors that you grow to hate because they're on the bookshelves right next to where the book you're looking for is not. There's some crappy sci-fi writer who's always got about three feet of space next to where Stanislaw Lem would be shelved. LeMak? This seems to happen most in genre fiction sections, but that's where some good writers end up getting shelved. I've been going into the local Borders every day this week, waiting for the September issue of a certain competitor's magazine to come out. I have to go up two escalators, look at the shelf, turn around and ride back down. Still no magazine and I happen to know the subscribers have had it for a week now.

In other book news I just finished reading "The Razor's Edge" in the Bill Murray movie tie-in edition. I can't for the life of me imagine Bill Murray playing this character as written. The character he's playing in the movie, judging by the way he's dressed on the cover, is written as a lighthearted, sincere, God-seeking homegrown mystic with a magnetic smile and a sexy body. Usually when I even vaguely know there's a movie tie-in I can't help thinking of the book character with the face and style of the actor portraying him. But this book even though there's a picture on the cover of Bill Murray I didn't picture him one time. I just can't see him playing someone with an open heart.