Exhibit 10.16

Speaking of the book club, it’s almost my time to pick a book. It’s been agreed that it can’t be anything that one of us has already read, so I’m looking for suggestions.

Unfortunately, it has to be something that the local library has at least three copies of which pretty much means it needs to be something relatively new (past 2-3 years) and popular (like a book club pick), preferably already in paperback for those of us buying the book. Also, I don’t think they’d go for a short story collection and I don’t think I’d go for a memoir.

Books I’m considering:

The Confessions of Max Tivoli
Pros: Might be good or at least not suck
Cons: Don’t know if I can handle another narrator with an alternative lifecycle

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Pros: Probably good, I actually want to read it
Cons: Not yet in paperback, not enough at library

Okay, I now realize those are the only two I’m really considering and one isn’t even really possible. There are plenty of others, but none really meet the library requirement. You can check here. If there are less than three copies available, it’s probably not going to work. It’s amazing, even some of the biggest books of the last two years only have one or two copies in the entire system.

I would actually really like to read a classic, but none that I haven’t read and are readily available really come to mind. Sigh.

So start suggesting already.

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Exhibit 4.27

From The Tin Drum:

“In Maria’s hand a hissing and bubbling set in. The woodruff erupted like a volcano, seethed like the greenish fury of some exotic nation. Something was going on that Maria had never seen and probably never felt, for her hand quivered, trembled, and tried to fly away, for woodruff was biting her woodruff penetrated her skin, woodruff excited her, gave her a feeling, a feeling, a feeling…

The green grew greener, but Maria grew red, raised her hand to her mouth, and licked her palm with a long tongue. This she did several times, so frantically that Oskar was close to supposing that her tongue, far from appeasing the woodruff feeling that so stirred her, raised it to the limit, perhaps beyond the limit, that is appointed to all feeling.”

I swear to god, this “Fizz Powder” chapter in The Tin Drum may be the dirtiest thing I have ever read, at least the dirtiest thing involving candy, a young man in suspended toddlerhood, and woodruff.

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