Laura Mallory in all her irrational glory

If you haven't run across this whacko, here you go. Note the touching poem, which seems to conflate the horror of the evil spread by Harry Potter with the shootings at Columbine.

What a nutcase.

Edited to add: Here is an excellent, thoughtful response to Laura Mallory's campaign to ban the Harry Potter books.

Library

Mark Tiedemann, a friend I met at Clarion, sent me this poem, "Library," by Albert Goldbarth:

This book saved my life.
This book takes place on one of the two small tagalong moons of Mars.
This book requests its author's absolution, centuries after his death.
This book required two of the sultan's largest royal elephants to bear it;
this other book fit in a gourd.
This book reveals The Secret Name of God, and so its author is on a death
list.
This is the book I lifted high over my head, intending to smash a roach in
my girlfriend's bedroom; instead, my back unsprung, and I toppled
painfully into her bed, where I stayed motionless for eight days. Read the rest of the poem here.