At least that’s what this NY Mag article would have you believe. The new Paris Review editor is rolling hard: eating headcheese, getting soused with the bros (Sam Lipsyte and Alex Ambramovich), and not giving a fuck that his peers are “editing scrappier magazines like N+1 and The Believer“.
I can’t really comment on her new book, The Possessed: Adventures With Russian Books and the People Who Read Them, but I can say that based on things I’ve read by and about Elif Batuman in the past, I’m willing to place my money in the “I’m going to like this” category. 1. From Sam Anderson’s New York Magazine review: ” She’s obsessed, above all, with the strange angles at which classic literature intersects with the world. She witnesses backstage […]
Moby Dick, or my “summer book” of ’09 was closed this evening, and I’m gonna miss it. I might suffer a bit of separation anxiety like I did when I finished up 2666 some months ago, because in it’s own brilliant way, Melville’s classic is a glorious mindfuck of a novel. One that which I am almost tempted to tackle (in small doses) again. In the meantime, the white whale, has been popping up as of recently in a few […]
By Jason Diamond Reunions are sometimes inevitable, as is the talk of why the band reuniting decided to get back together after how ever many years. As the fans of these artists, we can only really hope it’s for all the right reasons, and the bundle of money we will pop out to see said reunions will be worth it. We have 60’s obscure folk singers come back to more attention than they ever had back in their heyday, 70’s […]
Bites: Narwhals, Daniel Handler, heavy books, Stieg Larsson sends you to Sweden, Justin Taylor gets lucky in a thrift store, and more
Is the narwhal one woman’s Moby Dick? Probably not, but NPR investigates anyways. Jacket Copy interviews Lemony Snicket author Daniel Handler about curating the CD for the Believer’s annual music issue. (Thanks Largehearted Boy) Indie Bound checks out another “indie city” (in this case a tiny state), Rhode Island. Bless the misspelled signs of New York. The Guardian suggests that you schlep a heavy book around. You can win a trip to Stockholm thanks to Stieg Larsson if you give […]
I was totally cool that David Berman wanted to bow out of music at the top of his game to draw, then this week happened. First, Justin Taylor’s piece in the most recent issue of The Believer, and then stumbling upon the video below while looking for something totally different, I’m having a bit harder of a time accepting Silver Jews are kaput.