Quick remainders (because I’m dabbling in this great new thing called “sleep” these days)
As if the Valerie Plame affair weren’t bad enough, in what may be retaliation for his forthcoming book critical of the Bush administration’s post-9/11 military “strategies,” a journalist has been falsely accused in a forged but seemingly official Defense Intelligence Agency cable of spying for Saddam Hussein. (Via Moby Lives.)
Ricky Gervais of The Officeclaims to have read only one novel in his life: The Catcher in the Rye. “He was 28 at the time. ‘It was great,’ he said, ‘but there’s only so much time in the day.'”
Sales of Marilynne Robinson’s justly-vaunted Gileadhave jumped in the wake of the Critics’ Circle award. (Also Critics’ Circle-related: CAAF of Tingle Alley points to David Orr’s insightful comments, delivered after receiving a special citation for criticism, about the place of the literary reviewer.)
Last week The Chicago Tribuneprofiled the talented novelist Stephen Elliott, whose father sends him expletive-filled letters and claims Elliott’s charges of parental abuse are untrue.
Camille Paglia is back. (Oh, that’s right. Unfortunately, she never went away.) She’s written a new book about 43 English-language poems. I might actually read it, on the strength of this review.