His son is named “John Buffalo.” J.B. has really good hair and is in Wall Street 2 — a movie I’m never going to see. I learned all this via an interview at Big Think.
I received a copy of Ben Greenman’s forthcoming book of stories, What He’s Poised to Do, and found myself excited for two reasons: 1. Ben Greenman is awesome. 2. Anytime I get a Harper Perennial galley, I hold a little celebration inside my head. They’ve already put out books by Justin Taylor, Kevin Sampsell, the good tell-all book about somebodies relationship with Norman Mailer (opposed to the creepy one) and have Blake Butler’s book on the horizon. Harper Perennial =’s […]
Weekend Bites: Cocteau Cult, The Salinger Plan, Intellectual War, Shteyngart’s Free Food, Playboy Cartoons, and More
The cult of Cocteau Want to try being like J.D. Salinger? Don’t pay taxes, tweet, or keep the same e-mail address. If that doesn’t work, just freak out about tiny things. A Ticket to the Circus, Norris Church Mailer’s memoirs about seeing Norman Mailer in the nude, is reviewed. I think I’ve already made up my mind on this one. Good book people on Twitter. On Gary Shteyngart and food. Gahn Wilson’s Playboy cartoons get the book treatment. Intellectual feud: […]
This is why A Ticket to the Circus has sat on my desk untouched for a few weeks now. I know this sounds terrible, but I really think one tell all book about somebodies relationship with the later writer is about all I can handle in a 365 day period, and I don’t think I need to imagine Mailer’s sweaty, hairy body rolling around in the heat of passion (I’ve already seen the Rip Torn fight video). Whatever the case, […]
Weekend Bites: Goodbye McSweeney, The New Expats, Sartre’s Eyes, America’s Greatest Literay Generation, and More
Mailer, Updike, Bellow, and Salinger are all gone: America’s greatest literary generation is over. Aaron Lake Smith writes about a coffee shop in Cairo, Il. Jean-Paul Sartre’s eyes. McSweeney’snamesake, has passed away. Wes Anderson, Stephen O’Malley, Johnny Depp, and other American “artist types” living in Paris. Yes, Superchunk is awesome.
“Dwayne Raymond, a young writer who was waiting table at a restaurant in Provincetown, at the tip of Cape Cod, where Mailer spent most of his final years.” Since Mornings With Mailer (Harper Perennial) is about Raymond’s time as Norman Mailer’s assistant, leading up to the writers death in 2007, was I skeptical even before I crack open the book? Sure. I could argue that being an even semi-successful writer comes down to luck, and the ability to seize an […]
Weekend bites: Letters from John Hughes, continued Pynchon mania, Norman Mailor with his pants down, pop culture and the prez
The late John Hughes had a pen pal. Everybody is weighing in on Inherent Vice, and now, Three Guys One Book gives us a Youtube trailer to add to Pynchon Mania. Karen O (Yeah Yeah Yeah’s) did some music for the upcoming Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack. The Rumpus shares some good advice from the late Budd Schulberg. At the New Museum, Norman Mailer is caught with his pants down, sort of, and it’s not pretty. Judy Garland was […]
Monday Bites: literary duels, giant guinea pigs, poets being selfish, pynchon reviews, daria, david cronenberg picks delillo’s worst book
Good morning! Did you know that Dostoevsky once challenged Turgenev to a duel? I ask, with swords?? Do famous writers still duel? Norman Mailer probably did. And Mario Vargas Llosa and Gabriel Garcia Marquez sort of managed, although it was more of a one-punch deal. On literary feuds. Giant guinea pigs trump boy wizards, apparently. The Daily Beast interviews Jeffrey Eugenides, who was fired from his desk job at the Academy of American Poets for writing parts of The Virgin […]