Saturday Morning Links
I’m voting this morning because there’s no possible way for me to vote on Tuesday. It’s clichéd to say this, but I do it anyway–no matter what your political views,…
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For All Your Thrills: Rumpus Book Club Round-Up
The Columbia Spectator talks to Timothy Donnelly about his new collection of poems, The Cloud Corporation, revealing his patience with the craft, propensity for pauses, and how he relishes the…
Best Petition Ever?
“Plaintiff has news for these slime ball, piece of shit, ass clown judges […] that think they are going to rig the system and railroad the poor and innocent […]–that…
Melville House Takes a Stand
Melville House, who won the most recent Best Translated Book Award for Gail Hareven’s The Confessions of Noa Weber, is “withdrawing from any future involvement” with the prize. The reason?…
David Foster Wallace on Tumblr
“The Boy,” an unpublished story by David Foster Wallace, has been posted on this tumblr account. (via TheBookBench) Update: The piece is transcribed from a DFW reading that took place…
Dan Weiss’s Morning Coffee
Getting ahead of ourselves just a little bit: totally sweet Dia de los Muertos papercuts! A look into New York’s future past and the Manhattan Brooklyn merger that could have…
An Investigation of Beautiful Objects
Sound logical reasoning would lead a person to conclude that my sustained interest in a document like Nicholas Felton’s Feltron Annual Report is sort of nuts.
Heartbreaking Sketches of Staggering Baseball
Dave Eggers took his sketchbook to game one of the World Series yesterday. You can view the author/artist’s baseball-inspired etchings here (our favorite is the beard couple).
Margaret Atwood’s Unusual Book Tour
Here’s something I missed from earlier this month: Margaret Atwood took her recent dystopian novel, The Year Of The Flood on the road with thespians, activists and a documentary film…
Drunk Book Buying
“The number of books I buy while sober is, I have noticed, inversely proportional to the number I buy while drunk. It’s a zero-sum game, as Proust once observed of…