Who gets $20K a pop? HuffPo clues us in to authors’ outrageous speaking fees.
The links between vegetarianism and oral sex? Body image and sex drive? OKCupid has that graphed.
Chloe Caldwell on learning to sit still and deal with herself, post-heroin. I really like her work.
Three rules for dating again (after 25 years of marriage) from Bernadette Murphy, on RoleReboot.
Submit to Black Lawrence Press’s Hudson Prize.
(And seriously: have you done your NEA grant application yet? The deadline is February 28. The application is about 370 pages long and seems to require a degree in layout and design. Procure a psychiatrist and have your Klonopin at the ready. I haven’t done mine yet. Will I? Oh man, I just don’t know…)
The LA Times Book Prize finalists announced. Congrats to Jamie Attenberg, David Abrams, Michael Chabon, Lydia Millet, Lauren Groff, and more!
Jessa Crispin, aka Bookslut, has placed her debut book, EX, with University of Chicago Press. I’m ridiculously excited to read this. Jessa’s intellect is formidable. She just crackles.
This is late, but I don’t think I announced here that my ridiculously brilliant and amazine editor, Chuck Adams, was the recipient of the Barnes & Noble Editor’s Award. I’m so thrilled to be working with this man.
The luminous Jill Alexander Essbaum, sassy poet extraordinaire, is kicking it around in the NYTimes again…
And in case you were wondering, Joshua Mohr, subject of today’s Sunday Rumpus interview, went with the suit for his release party. I don’t have a pic, so instead here’s HuffPo’s review of Fight Song, essentially hailing Josh as the voice of his generation.
I wish I could end there, but no: here’s something truly depressing about how to buy your way onto the NYTimes bestseller list. I thought this was just the kind of thing we writers complain about when drunk and maudlin. I liked my vision of the world better when I thought we were a bunch of paranoid conspiracy theorists. This is truly bullshit.