A Novel, One Lamppost at a Time

The New York Post is reporting a New York writer is serializing his novel by places pages on lampposts.

From the story...

There's a mystery unfolding in the East Village.

An unknown writer is serializing his or her new whodunit on the neighborhood's streets, posting each page on a different lamppost.

Although the direction of the plot is difficult to make sense of at this point, given the quirky publishing platform, the book, titled "Holy Crap," appears to concern a narrator who just became a parent.

"No. No thank you. Um, no," begins Page 7, which was left on a lamppost at Seventh Street and First Avenue. "Then the baby is on a chest. She is wrapped in a white blanket with green trim."

The narrator, who could be either male or female, is told by a nurse: "Most babies aren't beautiful when they are born. It takes about a month to get cute. But your baby is beautiful. The most beautiful baby."

The scene in the maternity ward ends on an ominous note.