Dreary Monday remainders

  • “A moral philosopher of international reputation and a professor emeritus at Princeton” has written a book entitled On Bullshit and thus ensured a spate of the ever-popular unprintable title articles.
  • The Seattle Times reprints K.C. Summers’ Washington Post travel piece about the Boston-area houses where Louisa May Alcott lived.
  • Charlotte Allen takes a dim view of contemporary female public intellectuals, but defines the category pretty narrowly. (Barbara Ehrenreich doesn’t count, according to Allen.)
  • Mary Bly, Shakespearean scholar, daughter of Robert Bly, and pseudonymous author of romance novels, defends her chosen literary genre in the New York Times. (Emma Garman recently interviewed Bly for New York magazine. And CAAF of Tingle Alley is soliciting your nominees for best trashy romance novels.)
  • H.P. Lovecraft: hack or genius? (I haven’t read any of his stuff, but my friend Walter, who went through a serious Lovecraft phase, says: “Ideas make the crazy Victorian prose worthwhile. And the prose actually serves a purpose — imagine Nathaniel Hawthorne writing for Hollywood.”)
  • The great Arthur Miller died last week, as you’ve no doubt heard by now.


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