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I started writing this post and then about five other people tossed me the news that Janet “The Journalist and the Murderer” Malcolm decided to weigh in on, of all things, GOSSIP GIRL, in this week’s New Yorker. Wonders never cease. My favorite passage:

When Vanessa asks where the benefit is being held, Gabriela replies, “Somewhere called the Frick. It’s on Fifth Street, I think… . I’ve got the address written down somewhere.” Weightless little in-jokes like this are scattered throughout the books, like the optional confectioner’s sugar on tea cake. Von Ziegesar’s hands are never idle.

I was under the impression that the books were born in some test tube in the back room of Alloy Entertainment, but what do I know? I clearly need to reevaluate Serena Van Der Woodsen as one of the great literary characters of our time.