- Vancouver Writers Fest gets new ED;
- Marissa Stapley’s latest optioned for TV by Lost producer;
- Amazon finally actually being sued for price fixing;
- The “Bonkbuster” (I need a shower just typing that word) is on the rise again–foreshadowing a new sexual revolution? (So glad to be old enough to be uninvited to any upcoming revolutions);
- New US grant program for indie bookstores;
- The Atlantic looks at the power of humiliation in Cleary’s books;
- Game of Thrones on Broadway;
- Pillars of the Earth, which I once read and remember nothing about, getting prequels;
- Famous opening lines re-written for the pandemic;
- How reading rewires your brain;
- What’s the difference between mysteries and thrillers? Pacing;
- Carmine Starninoi on the “counterfactual anthology“;
Month: March 2021
- Esi Edugyan to deliver Massey Lecture;
- Graeme Gibson and Margaret Atwood are for the birds;
- This story about Water For Elephants author Sara Gruen is BAT. SHIT. CRAZY;
- Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary used to swap fan mail;
- News Corp to buy HMH;
- Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o nominated for prize as both author and translator of his own book;
- Speaking of: how translating is like crossword setting;
- On how women invented the bookclub and changed reading;
- International Booker Prize longlist;
- Book TikTok is aflame;
- France adds powerful new measure for out of print authors;
- Guy who writes about farts and underpants apologizes for stereotyping;
- Remembering Miss Fury, the great, forgotten superhero;
- Chuck Tingle’s trans-positive Harry Potter… You’re welcome;
- Roth’s favourite subject was Philip Roth… so why a biography?
Lots of gross news today, including the loss of Beverly Cleary. Maybe just go back to bed and let’s meet here tomorrow.
- RIP: Beverly Cleary, staple of my entrance to reading through The Mouse and the Motorcycle books, dead at 104;
- RIP: Larry McMurtry, author, dead at 84;
- Richard Wright’s “best” book was never published because racism… now it’s coming out;
- Findland digging the tech;
- Dante and Shakespeare go to war (never fight Italians, man);
- A brief history of the ampersand;
- The hearth words and language Heaney grew up with;
- George Martin adds to slate more projects that aren’t books, frothing incel fans around globe grind teeth in unison;
- On spending 25 years trying to write a book;
- I’ve met John Metcalfe and enjoyed his company in person, even though I seldom agree with him in print… That said, you can pretty much just shoot me in the face if I ever do something that Barbara Kay feels needs defending… I’ll obviously be in the wrong… I’d say she sounds like a broken record, but I don’t think records have been invented yet in her timeline;
Laura Miller goes off in Slate about the TED-Talk-mushification of literature, using some dude’s book as a launching point. While reading does (and should) have therapeutic aspects (catharsis, self revelation, etc.) dumbing literature down to match the rest of the pap pop culture serves us is a disservice.
Instead of the rabble of depressives, shirkers, grudge nursers, monomaniacs, and dogs in the manger that we know most great writers to be, Fletcher portrays the authors covered in Wonderworks as a gang of spunky Thomas Edisons, each intent on coding a new storytelling app whose value proposition is to improve our “daily mental health and happiness.” For thousands of years, the world’s great writers have provided “solutions” to problems people didn’t even realize they had, Fletcher declares, using the power of neuroscientific principles that hadn’t been discovered yet.
Is Fletcher dishonest, or merely ignorant?
We’re back on track here on The Rock, with only one active case in the province after our flare up of the British variant last month. Now we go down to level 2 tomorrow and we’re emerging back into the light like vole coming out of the earth in Spring. Here’s hoping it sticks this time. Steady as she goes, b’ys.
- The Poetry In Voice finalists are here! Kid Power!;
- Did you know the government here is fucking over funding for disabled readers? I didn’t… shame;
- This SK indie bookseller doubled sales during the pandemic;
- Book workers to back Amazon workers’ union efforts;
- NBCC Awards handed out;
- Did you know there’s a book TikTok? I mean, I thought it was just all cute babies and mushroom foraging… And what amounts to children dancing in bikinis;
- Winterset Award handed out here in NL;
- On Amanda Gorman and Maya Angelou;
- National Poetry Competition in UK sees teacher win;
- Dylan Thomas rolls over drunkenly in grave as they announce poetry-less shortlist in his name;
- New Sappho or new Sappno?;
- LoTR ed. with Tolkien’s charming-but-crappy drawings coming;
- Italian dude mods one of them wee 3-wheeler trucklets into a mobile bookstore;
Can you dig it?
- Personnel changes at PRHC;
- How does the story go AFTER the plague?;
- I normally don’t post things like book reviews, announcements, and exceprts, but in this house a new Toews is akin to a new Ishiguro;
- IMPAC shortlist is a choice for Sophie, I think;
- UTP’s John Yates is retiring;
- High drama with the elusive, acrobatic book thieves of London;
- Carmen Maria Machado wins Folio;
- Today in OG manuscript news: Dr. Jeckyll et al in handwriting;
- Also in OG ms. news: Howl;
- A little context on Audre Lourde and all the silences she broke with her poetry;
- Nerds don’t come through on campaign to buy Tolkien house;
- David Duchovney is about to produce and star in the adaption he penned… of his own novel;
I’m going to be honest with you: pretty much everything gives me anxiety these days. Anxiety is all around me and in me. I can feel it like a foreign body under the skin. I wallow in it. I medicate and self-medicate against it. But it envelops me like I’m a litter of unwanted kittens and it’s a burlap sack weighted with stones being tossed off a bridge. I want to not be anxious, and I can even see a life of free of anxiety just over there, but I can’t quite commit to getting there. I live in anxiety the way a prehistoric fish with proto-legs lives in water: I can see the shore, but I’m just not ready to leave the water for very long.
All that said, the last thing that could possibly give me anxiety is a room full of books. But to each their own, I guess.
I’ve reached the point in life where my relationship with bookstores is—how to put this?—well, it’s complicated. I love the idea of bookstores. I smile when I see their bright windows on a block. I talk about a new bookshop like normal people talk about newborns. And after the global pandemic loosens its grip on New York, I know one of the first things I’ll do is visit a bookstore in my neighborhood. In my imagination, this means spending a long lazy afternoon browsing shelves and flipping the pages of dozens of new books. There’s just one problem: I long ago ceased to enjoy bookstores. Even before the pandemic, I couldn’t spend more than a few minutes inside one without wanting to leave; no, without wanting to flee, shoulders hunched, like a child caught trespassing.
- Anne Carson opens one smouldering eye to witness latest trophy being laid into her hoard then, adjusting her wings as smoke curls from her nostrils, lays her chin back into the bed of gold medals and returns to sleep for the next 1000 years;
- Audie Award winners announced;
- Can robots write stories?;
- Paris Review gets its next editor, veteran Emily Stokes;
- How well do you know your book adaptations?;
- Vincent D’Onofrio wrote a book that sounds like something I’d write, except I never got to play Kingpin;
- Did you know people are doing “reading diets”? FFS;
- France’s publishers sign on to SDG compact;
- Ever wanted to rent a bookstore?;
- John Banville appreciated in the Irish Times on 50 years of showing up with decent stuff;
- Former UK writers’ homes that are now holiday homes for you;
- Ninja favs Dionne Brand and Canisia Lubrin bring home awards;
- Modern Quebec classics get new life in Germany;
- Gary Barwin has an article in the Star that I can’t read bc of paywall, but you might be able to;
- Hulu to adapt Atwood’s MaddAddam books;
- RIP: Nawal El Saadawi, Egyptian author, dead at 89;
- A pal of mine started Soft Skull in 2001… it’s come a long way;
- Imagine being an academic publishing a book on sea shanties right now;
- In praise of boring books;
- Thomas Bernhard was a real dick, says brother;
- The Scandis really know how to design a library;
- Can novelists predict the future? Certainly not when it comes to their bank accounts…;
- Walter Scott Historical Fiction prize shortlist is mostly Aussies;
- Guess how much a comic book costs these days? SIX BUCKS;
- On crossing paths with your critics: say nothing;
- Throwback for millennial types: The Art of Goosebumps;
Are we living in a time when experiment just doesn’t pay? Seems like it. You are either a boutique author who sells nothing or a major author who sells out. Looking back on a significant career, Warner confirms this when he drops this tidbit:
“I’ve messed up many things in my life, but I’ve tried to write what I want to write. Publishing has gone a bit like the music industry, in that you either sell 300 copies or 300,000. There’s no middle ground for experimentation.”
Thoughts on this? Can you be uncompromising while still actually selling books? I don’t mean the special cases. I mean, in general.