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Literature is not�a democracy. In the book world, being popular does not necessarily make you great. But if it were, and if it did, then the man sitting across the table from me in a canary-yellow mansion in Palm Beach, Fla., would be president-for-life of the literary universe, and Philip Roth would be a comptroller in North Dakota...
...mansion is James Patterson. He is the author of 34 books, the last 18 of which have gone to No. 1 on the New York Times best-seller list. All told he's sold about 100 million copies; last year they earned him something on the order of $40 million. At 58, Patterson puts out four or five books annually: mysteries, thrillers, romance novels, fantasy--he takes all comers. He's already got one out in 2006, The 5th Horseman, and it's only March. Patterson is the world's greatest best-seller factory, and depending on how you look...
...party at final clubs—despite the fact that they have to go to the bathroom in the basement—have an equally sharp and saucy brand of ironic fashion sense. It is much harder to exemplify irony when you don’t have a mansion left to you for no reason, but these girls do admirably under the circumstances. Often they wear ironically short mini-skirts and cable-knit sweaters in a pastel color. Or, if there’s a theme party, they all ironically wear a bra and a man’s oxford?...
...that what 14-year-old girls are into these days?” Wint asks. The March 2006 issue features a handwriting analysis of competitors’ signatures. The graphologist’s prediction for the student living upstairs at the Fox’s JFK Street mansion? “This guy is going places.” Wint’s first journey was from blah to babe. “I was kind of a fat kid in middle school,” says the now-svelte Wint. When asked to choose his best physical attribute...
Levy writes, “the FCP asks: Why throw your boyfriend’s Playboy in a freedom trash can when you could be partying at the Mansion? Why worry about disgusting or degrading when you could be giving—or getting—a lap dance yourself...