There is a joke on the Internet, called Rule 34, which states: “If it exists, there is porn of it somewhere on the Internet.” Meaning, someone, somewhere, has taken those pleasant memories you have of Balki Bartokomous and Cousin Larry from “Perfect Strangers” and turned them into dirty fan-fiction.  

What a cunning, clever, courageous and consummate writer Philip Roth still is after more than 25 books, beginning with his remarkable 1959 collection “Goodbye, Columbus.” Among all living American writers, Roth is perhaps the most deserving candidate for a Nobel Prize, which would sit alongside his Pulitzer Prize, National Book Awards and many other honors.

It began as a mystery blog that unexpectedly swelled into an Internet sensation. Someone was posting a scathingly hilarious fake diary of Apple CEO Steve Jobs online, and a tech-savvy audience ate it up. When the blog’s author was revealed to be Daniel Lyons, a senior editor of Forbes, Lyons was far from apologetic. He wrote a 248-page satirical novel narrated by Fake Steve Jobs, an exaggerated parody of the eccentric computer wiz who built a multi-billion dollar company from scratch.