“Yes, she’s hot,” said the Portly Producer, over a boozy brunch, as the Literary Man flipped through a young author’s debut novel, finally arriving at her sultry jacket-photo. “But she’s author hot,” the Portly Producer continued, possibly gaining weight with every second that passed. “Author hot. No offense, bud, but authors aren’t quite known for their looks. Now, take my industry, for instance: no author alive will ever be as hot as Penelope Cruz.”
Author Hot: what could it possibly mean? The Portly Producer seemed to imply that the phrase Author Hot qualified a conventional hotness, that it was somehow a lesser form of hotness.
However, in the Literary Man’s experience Author Hot is a specific type of hot, intelligent eyes, reserved mouth, knowing ears. Wondering if he was alone in this belief — that there were plenty of hot authors in the world — the Literary Man sought…
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