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The unsinkable Molly Ivins

My favorite blurb of all time was an Entertainment Weekly review of my book Bald in the Land of Big Hair that offered this delicious pull-quote:

"A mix of Molly Ivins' blowsy wit and Anna Quindlen's suburban logic..."

I was enormously flattered and scorched with shame to be compared to two of my favorite writers. How incredibly sad to hear of Molly’s death this week. We’ve lost a great Texan, a wonderful writer, an amazing woman.

Blowsy wit indeed.

Here are a few of the choice Molly-isms featured in a Star-Telegram editorial today:

“When it comes to voting, we in Texas are accustomed to discerning that fine hair’s breadth worth of difference that makes one hopeless dipstick slightly less awful than the other.”

“The price of gasoline has gotten so high, women who want to run over their husbands have to carpool now.”

“Whee, here we go, the Lege is back in session! And many a village is missing its idiot.”

“There was the president at his press conference looking just like a turtle on a fence post.”

“Not that I’m accusing anyone of lying, of course, but these people are slicker than bus station chili.”

“If God keeps hanging out with politicians, it’s gonna hurt his reputation.”

Go with God, Molly.


I adored reading her stuff and loved listening to her interviews.

I'm afraid there's no replacement for the likes of Molly Ivins!

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