Daniel Menaker’s Titlepage show debuted Monday, and this attempt by the former fiction editor at The New Yorker to create a low-cost web alternative to the near-zero of book shows on network or cable TV is pretty much as I feared — a kind of droney cocktail party that ran out of liquor 30 minutes ago but everyone’s still stuck there. The Charlie Rose Show with more people squatting at the table.

Mmmm, boy. That’s exciting. Sure, it’s well-meaning and not hopeless and I even like Richard Price (see my Lush Life review). But Titlepage seems to provide more evidence why TV producers think just about any living author is bad ratings ju-ju. Hold up a book on camera (or have him mention his good friend, that more famous author) and it’ll drive the entire cosmos to switch to another channel.

Pity.

I’m going back to watching Stephen Colbert interview Henry Louis Gates.