Rx for Laffs

Googlebation, part 1,000:

I'm not a comic

Sunday's Book Review...

In case you were wondering, yeah, I'm the Antoine quoted in Curtis's article on literary crushes.

Here's the paragraph:

These are skilled writers, and some I admire greatly, but I'm pretty sure that their talent isn't the only reason men have a thing for them. Basically, I'm not convinced that female writers can transcend their hotness, that they can elicit lust based on literary prowess alone -- not because they're women, that is, but because they're writers. In an exception that proves the rule, my friend Antoine read the works of a well-known novelist and critic and developed ''the most epic crush of all time'' on her. ''Something about her prose made me think that she was of such companionable intelligence that I felt deeply attracted to her, whoever she might be,'' he said. Or at least he felt that way until he saw her picture and realized she's in her 70's, 40 years his senior.

Anyone willing to venture a guess as to the object of the crush?