We were in London ten hours or so before I came down with a cold. Since I refused to stay in the hotel and rest, the thing burgeoned so that, on the very bizarre flight* home, I went through, seriously, eight or nine tissue mini-packs. Not to mention a half box of Fisherman’s Friend. After I sneezed into the first . . .
My latest Daily Beast recommendation: Harold Schechter’s fascinating True Crime: An American Anthology.
James Hynes graced us with some Halloween picks a couple years back. Now he recommends more spooky delights.
My friend Marie Mockett, whose amazing novel is out from Graywolf next year, gets a nod in Best American Essays 2008.
New Yorker fiction editor Deborah Treisman rushed to read, translate, and publish Le Clézio’s work “while people still remember his name.”