This post was written by Friday guest blogger Emma Garman.
What do we learn from the New York magazine profile of Riverhead editor Sean McDonald? That James Frey is not just his gloried author turned thorn in his side, he’s also his friend. Friend most masculine, you understand, the kind to call and say “Hey, dude, what are you doing on Sunday for the games? Hey, dude, there’s a fight at the Garden on the 7th, you wanna go?” Well, as if we expected anything less immaculately testosteroney.
Jay McInerney admits in interview that his coke-snorting cameo in Bret Easton Ellis’s Lunar Park is historically accurate: “That person is me in 1989.” He also uses the phrase “portals of interpenetration”.
Cynics who complain about the paralysing influence of the retail chains don’t appreciate the historical continuities involved. “At the head of English literature sits a tradesman who considers himself qualified to decide the most delicate artistic questions,” George Moore protested 120 years ago in his polemic on Victorian censorship, Literature at Nurse. Moore was referring to Mr Mudie and his circulating library, but the same could be said of the [ubiquitous British book store] Waterstone’s head buyer, Scott Pack.”