I’m trying not to go anywhere, drink too much, or read any books until I get past that deadline later this month, but a copy of Victor LaValle’s The Ecstatic just arrived, and I made the mistake of opening it. It’s hard to put down a novel that starts like this: They drove a green rented car into central New . . .
Next fall the great Marilynne Robinson will publish a new novel, Home, which includes characters from Gilead. (Thanks, Mark.)
My friend Amitava Kumar is too humble to trumpet his film about the Indian community in South Africa and its efforts to help overthrow Apartheid.
Eudora Welty inscribed a copy of Charles Portis’ Dog of the South and gave it to friends with thanks.
Gerald Howard, who was once wary at the prospect of editing the self-congratulatory and litigious Gordon Lish, defends the now-infamous editor’s fiction.