From the Creative Mind Behind Cabin Boy

Now that I've heard about Chris Elliott's book deal, I can't wait to read The Shroud of the Thwacker, and not just because anything that takes the piss out of Caleb Carr and Patricia Cornwell is okay by me. But I would like to gently correct this observation by Post publishing industry maven Sara Nelson:

It used to be that every novelist had a screenplay in the drawer, just waiting for an actor to get interested. These days, it's the actors who have novels in the drawer.

Now, I can remember stumbling onto George Kennedy's murder mysteries in the early 1980s, and my time at a bookstore in the 1990s exposed me to novels by Meg Tilly, Fiona Lewis, and Ron Ely, all of which were reasonably good reads that as I recall weren't completely savaged by critics--good luck finding any of them today, though. You'd be better off hunting down the science fiction novels Shatner's been pumping out over the last decade...