The future: not what it used to be
Reading Arthur C. Clarke’s Profiles of the Future makes Darragh McManus slightly wistful for the midcentury futurists’ naïveté and optimism.
Reading Arthur C. Clarke’s Profiles of the Future makes Darragh McManus slightly wistful for the midcentury futurists’ naïveté and optimism.
Hilary Mantel imagines the life of Cinderella twenty years later, after the tabloids have turned on her and the prince is searching for a mistress. (See also Carol Burnett’s Snow White: 15 years later.)
Don DeLillo, A.M. Homes, Edward Albee, E.L. Doctorow, and other PEN members held a New Year’s Eve rally to call for release of Liu Xiaobo.
Happy New Year from frigid (but no longer snowy) Brooklyn. Wishing you all good things in 2010.
It has not always been so, but few aspects of online aspiring-writer culture are more irritating to me than “literary lifestyle” tips and paraphernalia. (Library-scented perfume. Dictionary wallpaper. Moleskines. Bookshelves fashioned of reference books pulled from library dumpsters. The onslaught is maddening.) But every curmudgeon is at least something of a hypocrite, and I am no exception. I visit writers’ . . .