I guess I have been pretty "down" on this whole idea of skimming a book flap every day for a year. But in another way, it's all just part of my remarkable journey as soon to be recounted in A FLAP IN THE FACE: MY REMARKABLE JOURNEY DOING A GIMMICK FOR A YEAR. When I first started out, flaps seemed fresh and saucy. I was young then. Now they seem dry and lifeless. Take the flap for the 1,400-page bio W.A. MOZART by Hermann Abert, which informs me: "the book proceeds chronologically from 1756 to 1791." Is it me, or is it the flaps? There is no way to tell where this exciting human drama will take us next!
