Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish.

A week later, the book was done. “He rang me up and said, ‘The good news is, I have actually finished before my deadline’ — which is an unusual call to get from an author,” Mr. Thomas said. “And then he said, ‘The bad news is, you’ll be publishing it posthumously.’

From a NY Times piece on the publishing of the great essayist David Rakoff’s novel in iambic pentameter, Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish. The novel is released July 16. Sounds  especially intriguing, and not just because of the tragic circumstances of its composition. Rakoff was a talented writer; his humor (Writing, Rakoff once said, was like having his teeth pulled out through his penis) will be missed.