So this is what it’s come to. Sunday night, blogging. But I feel the need to do so before Monday morning, with all that entails (meetings, “how was your weekend” conversations, more meetings, post-Gasparilla stories - “I haven’t drank that much in years!’‘, and so forth). So much for the work-free sanctity of the weekend. On the other hand, someone somewhere in the house has “Forrest Gump” on, I can hear it in the background (“You don’t need to take a bus, Harris street is only five blocks away!”), so I’m not missing much.

First up is Deborah Eisenberg’s “Twilight of the Superheroes,” which was a good read for the 88 pages I got through. Eisenberg is, as advertised, a master of the short story, but I personally cannot take too much of overly bright, over neurotic New Yorkers who feel the world ends at the Hudson. Still, the title story and “Some Other, Better Otto” are worth your attention.

Speaking of neurotic and, perhaps, not as sophisticated as they think New Yorkers, Jay McInerney has a new novel out, “The Good Life,’’ which, like the title story in Eisenberg’s book, focuses on life in the Big Apple post 9-11. (Gump just married that childhood friend, I can hear him talking to Lt. Dan). I love much of McInerney’s work, but it’s become obvious to me that I’m not going to get around to this one any time soon, especially since an advance copy of the new Phillip Roth book just arrived, and I have to read two books about Cuba for an upcoming books page, so rather than a review I simply want to pass along the knowledge to you that it exists. I play on putting it on my “rainy day, lots of time” stack.

The same goes for “The Book of Trouble” by Ann Marlowe, which is subtitled “A Romance” but….Oh man, now Gump is giving that teary-eyed speech at the grave, I have to go turn this down…OK. that’s better. (No one was in the room, by the way, just an empty room with Forrest Gump on. I have to admit I almost got sucked in for a minute, I can’t help it, Tom Hanks crying and the wind blowing and that cute little fella at the bus stop, argh!). Where were we? Ah yes, Marlowe’s book is more than a romance, it’s about the “clashing of cultures” when a Jewish American girl falls for an Afghan man. Here’s the cover:

Further demonstrating that it just keeps getting harder and harder to build a ruthless empire without some guttersnip taking shots at you, Anthony Bianco has just released “The Bully of Bentonville,” about how Wal-Mart is “hurting America.”

Finally, I never forget the Star Wars geeks, because I counted myself among their number before that “Phantam Menance” thing, so I’ll pass along that the latest Star Wars novel, “Outbound Flight” by Timothy Zahn, hits shelves Tuesday. I’d tell you what it was about, but the ninth through twelfth words in the opening sentence of the book description are Jedi Master Jorus C’baoth, and just couldn’t get past that. But I know you maniacs will. Enjoy.