Stopgap Monday

The white lab coat and giant machine with twinkling lights help keep my cubicle life manageable most of the time. Now is not one of those times.

Until things calm down, please visit the fourth anniversary issue of Bookslut, listen to the Sarah Waters installment of the Bat Segundo Show, or revisit James Wood’s review of Flaubert: A Biography and consider Terry Teachout’s observation that only 300 of its 3,250 words “make any mention of the book Wood is allegedly reviewing, from which he quotes only a half-sentence, though he finds room to refer to Stephen Crane, Ernest Hemingway, Virginia Woolf, Saul Bellow, John Updike, Alain Robbe-Grillet, and hip-hop.” (And if you love Flaubert or Julian Barnes, or both, don’t miss Flaubert, C’est Moi.)


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