Food in literature
Like Geoff Nicholson, I enjoy revolting meals in novels (e.g.). The blog literary food porn is stoking my interest in fictional food of all kinds.
Like Geoff Nicholson, I enjoy revolting meals in novels (e.g.). The blog literary food porn is stoking my interest in fictional food of all kinds.
Reading Theodora Keogh last year, I was amazed not so much that I’d never heard of her, but that it seemed almost no one had either. More recently, Blake Bailey’s comprehensive biography of John Cheever underscored for me just how many writers, acclaimed in one decade, end up forgotten. Below Kevin Wilson, author of Tunneling to the Center of the . . .
Marie Mockett’s first novel, Picking Bones from Ash, appears later this year (excerpt here). I’ve started talking about it so far in advance not so much because she’s my friend, although she is, but because I’m passionate about the book and want to do everything I can to spread the word. Below she discusses some of the themes I’ll emphasize . . .
Poet and volcano explorer Craig Arnold went missing on a small Japanese island three days ago. Call to continue the search. (Thanks, David.)
Photographer Stephanie Keith has a sharp eye, a frank and unpretentious manner, and a vigorous, roving curiosity. For the past several years, she’s been documenting Voodoo ceremonies in Brooklyn’s Haitian community. Her early work in this area (captured in a 2007 NPR slideshow from which the image above was taken) centered on a priest Keith trailed, at his invitation. When . . .