Sunday was always red for Thomas Hardy
Hardy, like Nabokov, was a synaesthete. Monday was colourless, and Tuesday a little less colourless, and Wednesday was blue…
Hardy, like Nabokov, was a synaesthete. Monday was colourless, and Tuesday a little less colourless, and Wednesday was blue…
Why the new English translation of Victor Hugo’s masterpiece is 100,000 words longer than its best-known predecessor.
Among the events planned to mark John Milton’s 400th birthday (12/9) is a Grand Paradise Lost Costume Ball, in Williamsburg this weekend.
Google’s Book Search Feature now allows anyone with a website to embed books so readers can browse and search inside without ever having to leave the site. (Via.)
Dubravka Ugresic’s Nobody’s Home, an essay collection, is out from Open Letter today. BOMB has a (print-only) excerpt.