Larkin listicle
Alex Balk ranks Philip Larkin’s poems, but omits “Here,” explaining, “It’s his ‘Suedehead.’”
Alex Balk ranks Philip Larkin’s poems, but omits “Here,” explaining, “It’s his ‘Suedehead.’”
David Foster Wallace’s “All That,” a story about a toy cement mixer that the narrator’s parents claim has magical properties, appears in the current New Yorker.
To date Google has digitized 10 million books. On what terms will it make this vast library available to readers? (Via.)
A second Second Sex: A new English translation of Simone de Beauvoir’s foundational feminist text is out at last — in the UK. We’ll get it in April. (See also.)
An unexpected development: National Review Online approves of Love is a Four-Letter Word, the anthology in which my Narrative essay appeared. Interestingly, the reviewer seems to view the book as a sort of unwitting corrective to Sex and the City — a show I endured about a half-episode of during its entire run. Michael Taeckens, editor of the anthology, wrote . . .