Here's the headline from a recent crappy-as-usual Outskirts Press book announcement:
"Outskirts Press Announces Nubian Gold, the Latest Highly-Anticipated History – Other Book from Houston, TX, Author Tarchon the Etruscan."
If the author was Conan the Barbarian, Atilla the Hun or Andre the Giant, I might have read more.
If the category was more exciting than "History - Other," I might have read more.
If the publisher was not Outskirts Press, I might have read more.
If the press release was written better, I might have read more.
If the Etruscan was from ancient Italy -- not modern Texas -- I might have read more.
And finally, the full title is Nubian Gold: A Conspiracy of Jewish Proportions. I've heard enough anti-Semitic crap about alleged Jewish Conspiracies and will not buy the book.
If you're more curious or motivated than I was, here's a link for the book on Amazon.com
OOPS. I'm not through.
If you need another reason to ignore the book, read this egomaniacal bullshit about the author: "Tarchon the Etruscan is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to enrapture the mind much like an artist wields a brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which to draw from a talent heralded by many and matched only by an imagination that rises to the task. Nubian Gold is the reminiscences of a seer’s vision."
It's hard to read that without puking.
Sorry, Tarchon. Somehow, I just don't feel much of an urge to have my mind enraptured, especially by an egomaniac who is afraid to use his or her real name.