Waiting for The Blue Hour
The Blue Hour, a Jean Rhys biography named for her favorite perfume, was due out early this year, but so far there are only rolling tumbleweeds.
The Blue Hour, a Jean Rhys biography named for her favorite perfume, was due out early this year, but so far there are only rolling tumbleweeds.
In college I kept a journal — now destroyed, obviously, along with most incriminating photos — in which I evinced a penchant for copying out overwrought quotations from Flaubert’s letters. I’ve forgotten most of them, but a particular favorite (from a letter to his lover) was: “What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are . . .
As if I didn’t loathe Fox News enough already: “By the late ’70s, Vonnegut was rich and irrelevant, the subject of other people’s books, and a sacred cow of the New York literary scene.”
Geoffrey Philp has the skinny on the year’s Calabash International Literary Festival. Akashic, which is putting out Colin Channer’s The Girl with the Golden Shoes, will be there.