Reviewing Yann Martel's latest offering got me thinking of a mythical phone conversation Yann should have had with his agent. Yann: So I'm writing a new book about a donkey and a howler monkey... Agent: Keep talking, Yann-baby. This has Booker-bagging written all over it! Yann: ... as a fable of the Holocaust. [pause] Agent: Yann-sweety, I think we might have a crossed line with Art Spiegelman here... Yann: No, no. It'll be great - because I'll bring together that essay I was writing about the Holocaust and create a way of re-imagining the history the way Camus and Orwell did. Agent: Yann, baby-doll, you know you're not Orwell, don't you? And that essay with fiction flip book idea always seemed kinda crazy... [sounds of faux static] There's something wrong with this line. I'll call you back, lambkin... I stayed away from Martell's Life of Pi as long as I could, because it was always being forced on me - usually by a dreadlocked friend who
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