Forgive my frequent absence! I got engaged, moved, and got gross and sick all within the last couple of weeks, so I’m a little backed up, but that just means there are great things to explore!
Jeffrey Eugenides mentioning Joyce Carol Oates in a way that, in my interpretation, assumes her genius? I’m totally fanning myself over here, and not entirely for effect.
Do you think books by men and women on similar topics are received differently?
Well, over there [Eugenides points to his publisher’s book shelf] I see “NW” by Zadie Smith, and I think that Zadie Smith is treated exactly like one of the literary male authors that had been brought into this category. It seems to me that there’s a difference between the kinds of books that Jonathan Franzen writes and Jodi Picoult writes — so it’s not surprising to me that they’re treated differently in terms of review coverage or literary coverage. I don’t think that’s based on gender.
I think right now probably the writer that every writer loves the most is Alice Munro. I teach with Joyce Carol Oates; I don’t think she suffers from this. To me, it’s a question of actual category writing. It was kind of a genre novel bumping up against a literary novel. I think those are actually different things. I don’t think it had to do with male or female.
I’m right at that age where hearing that multi-talented Lena Dunham is looking at a seven-figure book deal at the age of 26, one year younger than I am, is horribly depressing. Carve my heart out with a spoon, why don’t you.
I’m a little disappointed to hear that R.L. Stine’s Red Rain is not awesome, just like I’m a little disappointed that my favorite author as a child (Fear Street all the way, baby) wrote a book for adults in the first place.
Granted, if it were awesome it would be forgivable. But it’s not.
For some decent nostalgia, see R.L. Stine pitted against the risque-if-far inferior Christopher Pike.
According to this site, librarians are frequently adorable… and, sorry, occasionally look like librarians.
Meeting Joan Didion is something I’m reading sometime this week.
These gorgeous cover designs just remind me that there is little more frustrating than picking up a gorgeous book and finding that there is not a single (other) thing interesting about it.
These, however, are probably the greatest (hypothetical) cover designs I’ve ever seen in my life.
Also, here is 50 years of A Clockwork Orange cover designs.
If you just want the straight-up gross-out factor, however, look no further.
Will the fascination with David Foster Wallace (this time his notes) never end? Well, no, and for three reasons:
1) He was a genius. That seems to be the consensus, anyway. And what’s better than (arguably) not-wasted genius?
2) He was super hot. A hot genius. That doesn’t happen often. We usually end up having to settle for genius making someone seem hot or – god forbid – hotness giving the impression of intelligence. (Look, we were all in high school once.) What more do we need?
3) He is, tragically, deceased. Way to seal the deal.
In short, we’ll be singing his praises for years upon years upon years to come. That’s my prediction.
I haven’t read a lot of Tao Lin, but I’ve read some and certainly, like most people, heard a lot. Weirdly, I didn’t even realize that I was OVER Tao Lin until I read that he was selling his stuff.
Just in time for Halloween, this post on the Brief History of the Vampire Novel is giving me a bit of deja vu, but I’m checking it out anyway.
Hmm… attempting to wipe out every trace of an entire group of people… haven’t some other people tried that…?
You’re welcome, Small Demons.
STEPHEN KING’S MISERY ADAPTED FOR THE STAGE! HOLY CRAP!
No kidding, this is fantastic. You don’t even know – I watch this movie, on average, five times a week. No kidding.
I’ve never read the book, though, and if this production is true to the book, what with the amputations and lawnmower attacks and all, I guess the movie is not a terribly faithful adaptation.
Gag. No, not that kind.
10 movies adapted from YA novels that “kept their edge” and presumably don’t suck if “Youth in Revolt” is any indication.
State of Wonder, by Ann Patchett
Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
Guns N’ Roses, Welcome to the Jungle
This gets automatic points for putting Ann Patchett, Trivium, and In Flames in the same post. Badass.