What I'm reading right now is Steve Aylett's Lint, a way funny fictitious biography of a science-fiction writer who is a little like Philip K. Dick, a lot like many of the old Golden Age eminences (Lint submits stories as Asimov, figuring it's going to up his chances of publication; it does), and whose assassination conspiracy treatise figures that the Magic Bullet of JFK infamy has been ricocheting since it killed Lincoln, taking care also of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Bobby Keneddy, et al. A map of the bullet's trajectory is provided.

The Effect of Living Backwards is fantastic, as were Paul Ford 's Gary Benchley, Rock Star, Paco Underhill's Why We Buy (though Gladwell's article on Paco is better, and brief), and George Saunders's The Brief and Frightening Reign of Phil.

I go on movie kicks, and some good companions for these jaunts were Dk Holm's Kill Bill: an Unofficial Casebook, Alternative Europe: Eurotrash and Exploitation Cinema Since 1945 (this one offers revelatory analysis of Italian nunsploitation movies, and features probably one of my favorite article titles in recent history--IQ Hunter's "Deep Inside Queen Kong: Anatomy of an Extremely Bad Film"), and the lovely Sleazoid Express.