When I was a kid I used to sit in my closet with the light on at night and worry about religion. What if God was a trap? What if Heaven didn’t exist and being Born Again was for suckers? What if Satan had the real paradise, and only people brave enough to reject the Bible would go there? (Probably . . .
Amazon plans a campus edition of the Kindle, and acquires Shelfari.
Yes to pansy, no to bugger: A new British Library exhibit explores theater censorship of the ’50s & ’60s, including responses to Pinter.
Upcoming at the 92nd Street Y: An Emily Dickinson brunch talk, Dostoevsky adapted, Woolf’s The Waves, and Toni Morrison. (Via.)
Every time Lauren goes on vacation, I get nervous she’ll breeze back into town, some fabulous new scent trailing behind her, and announce a revised life plan, which will involve a multimillion dollar business scheme and a great deal of European travel, but will mean the end of The Smart Set (her weekly events listing, which has been on hiatus . . .