How James Wood works
Sophie Ratcliffe likens Wood’s How Fiction Works to a satirical James tale in which heaven is “a sort of kindergarten.”
Sophie Ratcliffe likens Wood’s How Fiction Works to a satirical James tale in which heaven is “a sort of kindergarten.”
In the current Oxford American, David Payne charges that the Northeastern publishing establishment disdains Southern writing. Partly this is a result, he contends, of economics and demographics, but mostly it is due to the “otherness” of the region. Some of this warmed-over lit-crit lingo grates, especially when placed in service of some strained and troubling arguments about race, but I . . .
Those “Modern Love” columns I never read on Sundays are being regurgitated as books now.
Fifteen years after his death, is Anthony Burgess in danger of sliding into obscurity?
“I never did figure out whether she equated Communism with menstruation or religion.” Judy Blume, profiled. (Via.)