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USA
(58)		 The Taggert Files. Taggert infiltrates a theophagous resurrection cult with roots in the Middle East. (R)
FOOD
(59)		 Funkalicious Flavors. Pitchers of alcohol stiffened with raw egg; a goose the size of a small child.
DSC
(60)		 Wackonomics. The entire US economy for the next century depended on a single day in late November. Did you screw it up? With host Buckethead.
TNT
(61)		 The Doctors. An obese burglar attempts a home invasion via chimney. Leopold takes heat when he dies during leg amputation.
SCIFI
(62)		 Paradoz. Oz’s first personality extols greed while his second piously refutes it. No resolution. (R)

Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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$25.95 US
$34.95 CAN

There’s nothing in Plothaven except people who want to be lost–and finding them is its own price. In Leo Taggert’s extraordinary Lies Don’t Number, the renowned speculativist takes blah blah blah, third printing on this thing and they go back to hardback? Ridiculous. Makes this job irrelevant, anyway. If you’re going to buy the Collector’s Definitive shit it won’t be because of flap copy.

Man, there’s a lot of column space to fill. Taggert’s editor could draw something. And maybe add an extra paragraph break.

What should he draw? He’s going to draw a bunny.

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Monday, October 17, 2005
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“SPELLBINDING… A POTENT TRANSCENDENTAL-NOIR BREW!”

—Kirkus Reviews

Leo Taggert’s laser eyes are trained on suburban Bangladesh in My Ganges Heart. Like the previous “TAGGERT’S PROSE IS TAUT AND LUMINOUS!”

—Seattle Post Intelligencer

Heh. Give me a minute.

“SECOND PLACE MUST SUCK!”

—Kirkus Reviews

“SHUT UP, CIRCULATION ZERO!”

—Seattle Post Intelligencer

Ladies! Calm down, I’m sure we can arrange “A POSTMODERN CLASSIC!”

—Cleveland Plain Dealer

Cleveland! I said not to call me here!

“I KNOW YOU MISSED ME!”

—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“BITCH, YOU DID NOT!”

—Kirkus Reviews

Oh shit. Oh Jesus.

“I’MA SLAP THAT OFF YOUR FRONT PAGE!”

—Seattle Post Intelligencer
Friday, August 26, 2005
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