When Muriel Spark died a few years ago, writer Katharine Weber implored me to go beyond the works I’d already read and admired — The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie and The Finishing School — to Spark’s “utterly sublime first novel, The Comforters, written to save herself from madness. You can learn how to write your own first novel from . . .
Evidently Alain Robbe-Grillet once complained bitterly about Last Year at Marienbad, saying the director ruined his script.
For Lincoln’s 200th birthday, the National Park Service opens a museum at the house where he wrote the Gettysburg Address.
A proposal pending before Argentina’s lawmakers would seek to relocate Borges’ remains from Geneva to Buenos Aires.
Given the intensity and depth of her fiction, and the fact that it was once so popular, I’m surprised that so little has been written about the loss of Like Being Killed author Ellen Miller. Would her death have received more attention if she’d been younger — she was in her forties — a striver, or male? But here’s Daniel . . .