Am I dead? Is this heaven? I got a tip from a friend and fellow future librarian about this delicious piece of not-so-bookish-and-yet-clearly-brainy-in-a-bizarre-and-subversive-sort-of-way entertainment. The article appears in the New Yorker, no less, in their Book Bench section. It's called Fiction Fetish, and it's got to be brilliant. It's a burlesque show with a stripping librarian, and was created by artists who idolize Edward Gorey and the Brothers Grimm, and "plan to dedicate shows to Amy Sedaris and Chuck Palahniuk."
Books and dancing and sex and Sedarises. I mean, come ON!