The Deep Dark Shades of BP’s Gulf Oil Spill
The oil-drenched marine life preparing to testify on Barry Blitt’s June 7 New Yorker cover did not make me smile in the slightest. (I doubt humor, even the dark kind,…
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Morning Coffee
Photosynthesis car is a pretty neat idea, you know? Competitive ferret-legging. Mike Wirth has your daily dose of infographics. On Milan’s new circular metro line (true story: I got in…
The Living Dead
David Foster Wallace speaks to us from beyond the grave in David Lipsky’s Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself—but should we be listening?
Haaretz Lets Novelists Write News, Flotilla Or No Flotilla
Last year at about this time, the Israeli paper Haaretz let a bunch of literary writers report the news to celebrate Israel’s book week. Well, they’re doing it again, but…
The Trouble With Academia
“I think a lot of literary academics look sort of wistfully out of their office windows and wish their career hadn’t led them so far away from the wider public…
Jonathan Lethem and David Gates Talk Facebook, Internet, The Future
“I have no idea how to handle this new mode of living (I guess “living” is the word) in fiction. I probably spend more time e-mailing and reading online than…
The Rumpus Sunday Book Blog Roundup
“I feel that for writers, an obsession with what is elegant or what is a cliché or not a cliché can become very inhibiting.” Booker Prize winner Kazuo Ishiguro stands…
The Rumpus Books Sunday Supplement
Porn, Christopher Hitchens, snacking on weaker humans … You name it, Rumpus Books has got it. Our weekly roundup below the fold.
SMALL POTATOES:
Collagen Sally
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Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
No-Tell Motel has some summer reading recommendations for you. Did you see our reviews of two poetry collections this week? Weston Cutter on Maureen McLane and Virginia Konchan on Timothy…
O. Henry’s Afterlife: Thoughts and Ephemera
There are worse things to do this Saturday than to read or re-read William Sydney Porter—O. Henry—who died one hundred years ago today.