Kurt Vonnegut says his failure as a Saab dealer “explains what would otherwise remain a deep mystery: Why the Swedes have never given me a Nobel Prize for Literature. Old Norwegian proverb: ‘Swedes have short dicks but long memories.'”
Pogues* frontman Shane MacGowan arrived on the London punk scene in 1976:
after growing up in a Tipperary farmhouse (where a large extended family gave him Guinness aged just five) and a scholarship at Westminster public school that ended in drug-related disgrace after six months. Then, as now, his diet was literature (Brendan Behan, Ernest Hemingway, Oscar Wilde, The A to Z of Communism . . .) washed down with whatever was available.
William Faulkner, “at best, an indifferent student, never finish[ed] high school in Oxford, Miss. He entered the 11th grade, in September 1915, only to play football. When the season ended (somewhat ingloriously), he dropped out.”
Molly Ringwald reviews books for The Hartford Courant. I’ve noticed the byline, but figured someone shared The Breakfast Club star’s name. Not so, saysNY Mag. (Ringwald also “has plans for a novel, but ‘it’s not really far enough along yet to, like, even talk about really.” Via Trixie.)