Emily Rapp is back in the house, people. If you, like a lot of people, can’t get enough of Emily, see her recent “Obnoxious Questions People Ask Me About Writing About My Dying Son.”
Just in time for the holidays: Lydia Netzer on “A Writer’s Wish List.”
Simon & Schuster opens a self-publishing service.
Chicagoans, the Pop Up Book Fair is next Sunday. I’ll be there with my bad-ass girl Friday, Leah Tallon. It’s at the Empty Bottle. There are bands. It’s too much goodness for a Sunday afternoon. I’m bringing this new Indian tablecloth I’m in love with, and hoping whoever we have to share a table with will bear with me. I want to carry this tablecloth everywhere and just spread it on things to make life better.
Such as when the GOP misplaces their binders full of women…
I had my Six Degrees of Separation brush with Oprah and didn’t even know it! The fabulous Amy Shearn, whose new novel is soon to be Featured on The Nervous Breakdown’s Fiction Section, sent me this, which she wrote last year and I’d never seen, about my essay “The Lion and the Mouse.” My dad’s 91st birthday is in 12 days, so it was like a strange surprise birthday gift.
Dzanc Books’ Black Friday and Beyond Sale extends until a week from today.
10 Great Literary Late Bloomers on Flavorwire.
The great Wanda Coleman, often regarded as the unofficial poet laureate of Los Angeles, is ill. As David Ulin explains in the LA Times, her medical bills are not being covered by insurance–those who may wish to provide assistance can donate.
Charles Blackstone, Bookslut’s managing editor, has sold his second novel to Perseus. Charles is one of the most helpful and generous people in the literary world. In fact, he’s so freaking nice that Jessa Crispin, the site’s not-exactly-sentimental (okay, let’s just say it: formidable) founder, was adorably gushing like a schoolgirl on Bookslut’s November 29 blog. If you’ve ever met and been wildly intimidated by Jessa, you have to read how sweet this is. I love these two.
