Georges
Perec and Daniel Stern: “All the great ones leave their mark. We’re the wet
bandits.”
Someone
get Honore de Balzac a perm and a luchador mask. He’d make as good a Nacho
Libre as Jack Black:
Orhan
Pamuk and Rick Steves aren’t an exact match, I’ll admit, but they have enough
in common—the semi-shaggy “dad” haircut, the “don’t notice my glasses” glasses,
the affable and harmless expression—for the one to remind me of the other.
George
Eliot. Not exactly a looker, huh? Sadly, the closest match I could find for that schnoz was F.
Murray Abraham:
The
hair, the dramatic pose, the fact that she’s a little past her prime… alright
Mr. DeMille, Katherine Anne Porter’s ready for her close-up.
