This morning, over cornflakes, Frederick crowed that *his* posts receive much more attention than mine. For example, I calmly said. F: My 20/20 post re a fish's favorite 20 books published in the 20th century. B: That! It has maybe 15 replies. There must be at least 100 posters and hundreds more lurkers. Hardly call that attention. F: Compared to yours. B: Still, I'd say 20/20 was a failure. F: Not yet. My post said compile them and post them over the next two months. Pretty good so far. Plus, I have a strong belief that fishes are about their business, and when it strikes them, they have a piece of paper handy to note an addition or a deletion. B: Finish your cornflakes. *** Okay, Frederick's gone and it's *gossip time*! Item: Read in my local rag a few days ago that Matt Salinger was quoted that he is divorcing and is going to wed Joyce Maynard. Oh, got it wrong: Matt Salinger was quoted as saying he and his dad were not speaking with his sister because of, yes, that upcoming memoir. And Matt said that it just was not right to use the word "catcher" in the title. (Peggy's calling it "The Dream Catcher.") I would say to Matt *that* might be the least of the problems. God help you all if Peggy has been experiencing "recovered memory." Item: Ran into Joyce Maynard in my local bookstore (she lives just north of here across the Golden Gate Bridge). She looked really great, about 19 years old. She was with her Mother, and cooed that a new afterword was included in the just released paperback version of *her* memoir. As fate would have it, we all were standing next to a prominent stack and I did notice an uncanny resemblance between Joyce and her Mother as they stood before me and the cover itself. After they left, (after seeking directions to the Famous Living Authors section) I did skim the afterword. Duty-bound, I report that most of it sounded not *new* despite the proclamation on the cover. JOYCE WROTE: No regrets...getting on with my life ... helping other women speak out ...many heartwarming letters from people she didn't know...letters from three women who also had a shoebox of JDS letters written to them when they were 18 (all three were 18 when they received their first letter) and each woman quoted passages from their JDS letters that ran almost word for word to passages in Joyce's (and she then clearly adds that the text of *hers* weren't made public) and one of the women received her first JDS letter one *week* after Joyce was dismissed from JDS's life...and to answer the question she has gotten most, Has JDS contacted *her* in any way since the publication of the memoir: NO! Item: Frederick sleeps in an oversized crib. Okay, let's see how much Frederick's going to squirm tomorrow morning over cornflakes.