Ian Jack recalls being asked to consider the last written work of Martha Gellhorn, who once wrote his Granta predecessor a letter including the sentence: “I will not cut you dead in the street but I will never again have anything to do with you as an editor or publisher.” Jack bravely rejected Gellhorn’s submission.
Socially conscious Southern evangelicals are getting increasingly fed up with their more reactionary, empathy-challenged brethren. And some of them are invoking the actual language of the Bible — and Flannery O’Connor.
People occasionally ask how I can fall at the feet of Beckett but remain so unmoved by most of the contemporary writers he’s influenced. From now on, I’ll refer them to Patrick Kurp’s meditations.
Readings given by Jonathan Lethem, Gary Shteyngart, Colson Whitehead, Paul Auster, Jhumpa Lahiri, John Hodgman, Jonathan Safran Foer and Rick Moody have raised $12,000 toward a library for a Brooklyn school.
Terry Eagleton looks beyond David Lodge’s reasons for the current spate of novels based on the life of Henry James.
The Guardiansummarizes mixed reviews of a new Hardy biography.
Revisiting Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber, Helen Simpson recalls the author’s observation that “The short story is not minimalist, it is rococo. I feel in absolute control. It is like writing chamber music rather than symphonies.”
My friend Kate sends news of the most amazing toy since Lite-Brite or Etch-a-Sketch. Paint with your words, your favorite photos, or even perfect replicas of your blinking eye. It’s just a prototype right now, courtesy of MIT.