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None of today’s book news catches my eye this morning so I’m going to recommend a book. They Call Me Naughty Lola: Personal Ads from the London Review of Book seems rather apt with Valentine’s Day closing fast.

I’ve seen a couple of reviews now and it seems very funny.

The LRB’s personal ads column began in 1998 but there were none of the run-of-the-mill ads. Personal advertisers used wit to find true love. I wonder if any of the ads actually worked.

Here are some examples culled from this morning’s review in the Shelf Awareness e-newsletter:

Ladies: naturally apologetic man, 42, predisposed to accepting the blame. Whatever it was, it was my fault. Sorry. Sound like heaven?

 

67-year-old disaffiliated flaneur picking my toothless way through the urban sprawl, self-destructive, sliding towards pathos, jacked up on Viagra and on the lookout for a contortionist who plays the trumpet.

 

I like my women the way I like my kebab. Found by surprise after a drunken night out and covered in too much tahini. Before long I’ll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you’re the perfect complement to a perfect evening. Man, 32. Rarely produces winning metaphors.

 

Know your thermocouple accuracy table, then love me like the fool you are. Geo-sex daddy of the rhodium-defining world (M, 62) seeks practically anyone. Anyone at all. I mean it. Please. Anyone.

 

Slut in the kitchen, chef in the bedroom. Woman with mixed priorities (37) seeks man who can toss a good salad.

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