Some friends that know well my love for Chabon’s Kavalier and Clay sent me this sweet post card of the Golem of Prague.
I may have officially become a cynic. An AP story was all over the lit blogosphere this week. The gist: “OMG yall! Boys don’t read. Like, EVER. The only way to arrest their retardation is to buy them books with fart jokes. Do it now, yall! For the kids.” (I’m paraphrasing. ) The article quotes the author of the book Sweet Farts. Good thing that there just happens to be a brand new sequel coming out next week: Sweet Farts: Rippin’ it Old School. Someone’s publicity flack needs a raise.
Amazon ups the ante with an $139 Kindle. Jeff Bezos says, “At $139, we expect many people will buy multiple Kindles for the home and family.” Really? I guess you could just fan them out on the coffee table or something. Give ‘em out as party favors. That sort of thing.
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Paste’s Charles McNair on Bret Easton Ellis’s Imperial Bedrooms: “I submit that any reader who finishes this novel and is able to use that word for it—“entertaining”—might honestly want to take a hard look in the mirror and question the condition of his soul.” Ouch.
Famous “Man Rooms”, including Hemingway’s study, Thoreau’s cabin, and Twain’s writing hut. Got to get e one of those.
An interesting comparison between Huxley’s Brave New World and Orwell’s 1984 – in comics form
And this is hilarious if you haven’t seen it yet: