The London Review of Books is Britain's most esteemed literary magazine. Published fortnightly, it features essays, reviews and the most outrageous personal ads ever set in type. The following is a selection from the latest issue.
*Everyone has their faults, but I'm sleeping on mine. Geologically unstable California woman (47, 5'6", 120lbs, inexplicably Christian) lives on the division between the North American and Pacific tectonic plates. I'm tired of lonely emergency preparedness--I need some seismically special someone to make the earth move. If you're male, relocatable, and have thoughts about schist, don't just sit there quaking.
Email: ZoneofSubduction@hotmail.com
*I had Montaigne to help me through the separation. She got lawyers. Man, 50, now seeks woman to form Rezillos tribute band. Or maybe just send money.
Email: streamout@hotmail.co.uk
*Attractive, polyglot M, 49 would like to meet female in London for conversation for conversation in a language of their choice.
Email: linguafranker@yahoo.co.uk
*I used my department's art development grant to pay for this advert. LOL! M, 34.
box no: 08/09
*Let me change the ribbon in your typewriter. American man, 45, seeks letters from abroad: correspondence for an affair of the mind. Generalist musings encouraged. Fictionists, political pundits, American expatriates, and email aficionados discouraged. Reply with patience: all respondents answered.
*Let me change the ribbon in your typewriter. American man, 45, seeks letters from abroad: correspondence for an affair of the mind. Generalist musings encouraged. Fictionists, political pundits, American expatriates, and email aficionados discouraged. Reply with patience: all respondents answered.
Address: J.BS., P.O. Box 268364, Chicago, IL 60626
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