In honor of Borges and the Eternal Orangutans, reportedly a “wildly fun puzzle of a novel(la),” the proprietor of Rake’s Progress points to Peter LaSalle’s Post Roadpiece discussing Edgar Allan Poe’s “dreams about two university press books that would be published well over a hundred years after his own death.”
Those three novelists in Queens who agreed to be confined to cramped, impractical spaces for less than a month and then emerge with a novel aren’t allowed to watch TV. But they can blog to their hearts’ content.
“Two’s Company,” a short story by Jonathan Franzen, appears in the current New Yorker.
A Chelsea reading series celebrates bad writing. Actors read carefully selected passages before a groaning audience.