You know what writers like better than typing? Hitting each other.

Is it wrong that I love Jonathan Ames even more because he fist-fights with other writers? The author and "man-about-town," as New York Magazine calls him, is getting to be kind of a semi-pro boxer in the sense that he keeps stepping into a ring, strapping on padded leather gloves and punching fellow writers in the face. It's pretty much just like Hemingway except he doesn't make them cry afterwards. New York Magazine recently wrote a story covering Ames' latest pugilistic event. Here's what they have to say:

In 1999, under the nom de guerre “the Herring Wonder,” Ames took on David “the Impact Addict” Leslie, a friend and fellow artist, emerging from the fight with a broken nose. Last night, at Gleason’s Gym in Dumbo with friend Fiona Apple cheering him on, an undaunted Ames took to the ring yet again — this time, to duke it out with fellow writer Craig "the Crippler" Davidson in a publicity ploy for Davidson’s U.S. fiction debut, The Fighter.

The cool thing is both of these guys actually look like fighters:


I hope the Herring Wonder continues to knock 'em down in future years, and I have my fingers crossed that he eventually takes on everyone he shares a shelf with at Barnes and Noble. He could easily take Isabel "Bell Ringer" Allende, Kingsley "I'm Dead" Amis, Martin "Chain-Smoking, Talent-Dripping Bastard" Amis and of course, Louisa "Mayhem" Alcott, who kinda deserves to get punched for forcing Little Women on innocent middle schoolers for the last hundred years.