The smug but somehow pathetic creep, and the possibility of the silencing sexual favor
“Maybe I should just give him a handjob, I thought. Maybe that will shut him up.” Janice Erlbaum’s bad date essay at Nerve is a beautiful thing.
“Maybe I should just give him a handjob, I thought. Maybe that will shut him up.” Janice Erlbaum’s bad date essay at Nerve is a beautiful thing.
Graphic memoirist Phoebe Gloeckner takes a break from a new project to offer snappy retorts to her students’ ratings — and win a Guggenheim.
“Not since the Gutenberg Bible has there been a publishing revolution to match that of the Internet.” So begins the mission statement of Narrative, a literary magazine founded in 2003 “to bring literature into the digital age.” Naturally, everything in Narrative (and in StoryQuarterly, its sister publication) is available for free online. Better yet, though: If you’re not sure whether . . .
In 1953 Evelyn Waugh gave what was called “the most ill-natured interview ever broadcast.” Today the BBC releases it on a Waugh compilation CD.
Harry, Revised, a first novel by my friend and writing buddy Mark Sarvas, is out today.