• It seems like mere weeks since Louise Gluck’s appointment, but her term as U.S. Poet Laureate is up. Nebraska’s Ted Kooser has been named her successor.
  • Small academic presses are seeking fiscal subsidies from universities to publish professors’ books. (Via Arts Journal.)
  • John Steinbeck’s son complains about the lack of privacy for Steinbecks in northern California, although he willingly acts as a “dancing bear” (his words) at the annual Steinbeck festival. He talks with Reuters about the lawsuit he’s filed against his father’s longtime literary agency, McIntosh & Otis.
  • A Tampa-area paper tells you how to visit Faulkner’s house in Oxford, Mississippi. If you want to be like Faulkner, and if my grandfather is to be believed, you should get drunk and then invite all the Ole Miss boys to play tennis. (How many times am I going to mention that, I wonder?) (Via Return of the Reluctant.)
  • Rachel Donadio takes a look at the molestation claims brought by Tony Hendra’s daughter and takes note of a (with hindsight, at least) creepy satirical column Hendra published in The National Lampoon “around the same year that Ms. Hendra claimed the molestation took place.” Hendra’s confessional memoir continues to sell well.
  • Critic Terry Teachout consumes too much art and violently explodes. (Thanks to the Legal Underground folks for the heads up, which was buried in my bulk mail folder until now.)
  • The pronunciation of your name determines how sexy you are. Aha! Something else to blame on my parents. (Thanks to Matt for the link.)
  • Canadians are polite. Canadian writers, on the other hand . . . Actually, that’s not fair. If you asked 19 U.S. writers to write a novel together, they’d probably kill each other.


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