Salon’s advice columnist, Cary Tennis, is headed for bookshelves. Today he asks readers for their favorites (subscription required, I think). Cary has been good about giving advice that is generally kind and gentle — particularly faced with batshit crazy inquiries. He’s certainly a good advice columnist.
But the fact is he had a mighty tough act to follow: an advice-for-the-lovelorn-and-aspiring-writers column by a mysterious Mr. Blue. I adored Mr. Blue. Now Mr. Blue — he was an ingenious, surprising, no-bullshit advice columnist. Did I say funny? Sometimes even wickedly funny.
And OK, I’m not being entirely honest: Mr. Blue wasn’t mysterious. Mr. Blue was Garrison Keillor. And Mr. Blue rocked. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I really do miss Mr. Blue.
