I apparently missed this tweetmeme the first time it came around, but when I saw it yesterday, I knew I’d wind up writing about it, just because books have always,…
Not that any of us can afford it, but Jack Kerouac’s last typewriter, a green Hermes 3000, is on the auction block at Christie’s. How do you folks feel about…
“I began wondering. If Ulysses was the Jewish Ulysses—and the Irish Ulysses, too, one would think—shouldn’t other cultures have Ulyssi of their own? Having worked as a weekly book reviewer,…
Keith Douglas has largely ceased to exist to most readers beyond those attracted to war as a subject. The reissue of Simplify Me When I’m Dead, containing forty-one poems, aims…
Looking for a job? Perhaps you’d like to be a fake Chinese businessman. Caterpillars all pretending to be snakes and such. Dang man! I-swear-this-isn’t-an-Onion-article of the day: Ozzy Osbourne’s geonome…
Kilcodo is a friend of mine; she makes a living making full-body fursuits for other furries. She also moonlights as a lemur. The other night she let me interview her,…
This novel is a delightfully raunchy tale. If you crave raunch; to be torn open and fucked up, The Death of Bunny Munro delivers. Munro has all the elements I…