Love Letters from Strange Men

First up, from MSN and the Associated Press: That book from the Sex and the City movie, with all the love letters? Nonexistent.

The closest text in the real world apparently is "Love Letters of Great Men and Women: From the Eighteenth Century to the Present Day," first released in the 1920s and reissued last year by Kessinger Publishing, which specializes in bringing back old works.

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Enough readers have been directed to the Kessinger anthology [...] that it ranked No. 134 on Amazon.com on Tuesday afternoon.

Personally, I'd prefer to just point you in the direction of Beethoven's original love letter to the "Immortal Beloved"... or, better yet, to a DVD of Immortal Beloved, which I still think is a brilliantly gorgeous movie.

Also, as somebody who watched Sex and the City with The Scribe last weekend, I beseech you: If you're going to plan that over-the-top wedding anyway - especially if there's a high chance of betrayal by your intended - pleeeaaaase don't do it at your local public library. Thank you.

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Speaking of love letters from strange men - albeit a different kind of "love" letter altogether:

I just started reading Truth and Consequences yesterday. Oddly enough, it also coincided with the day of my first baseball game ever - Indians vs. Twins with the Scribes (and Mr. Scribe's mom) at Progressive Field.

First impressions - of the book, not the baseball game: The introductory chapter, where Keith Olbermann goes to the stadium after finding out about David Bloom's death in Iraq? Devastating. The rest... well, it is a compilation of his blistering Special Comments from his MSNBC show (prior to the one delivered above), so the great bulk of it would be familiar to Olberfans and news junkies alike - but I, personally, am more interested in the post-fact prefaces that he writes at the beginning of each chapter, which I think gives more insight into the workings of the man's brain. He's a twisted number, all right... but an insanely talented one, which makes the whole deal more frustrating.

Of course, I'm speaking as somebody who thinks Keith Olbermann would make a brilliant real-life analog of Mr. Big. But that's a discussion I'm saving for the full review. ;)