Kennedy takes Costa
Speaking of A.L. Kennedy, she’s won the Costa prize for her new novel, Day, which was at my door when I got home tonight.
Speaking of A.L. Kennedy, she’s won the Costa prize for her new novel, Day, which was at my door when I got home tonight.
Is it possible that Jorge Luis Borges read E. Nesbit’s work when he was a child?
The Goethe-Institut’s Ludlow 38 gallery opens 2/8 with publish and be damned, an int’l fanzine exhibition.
Game developers are writers, too, Marie Mockett argues. If only they could avoid those “sudden narrative leaps and loose ends.”
I can’t make it to A.L. Kennedy’s 92nd Street Y event with Roddy Doyle tomorrow night — months ago I made plans to see my friend Mark’s first reading from his forthcoming novel — but if I could split in two the other me would be uptown. Regular readers may remember how terrified and thrilled I was to meet . . .