Late last year Mark forbade me to expend any more energy talking about my novel when I need to be working on it. “Whenever you want to bring more people into your process,” he said, “just remember how Fitzgerald always lamented the books he had ‘talked away.’” Often I respond to orders by disobeying them, but Mark and I have . . .
LiveJournal deletes Lolita discussions while purging accounts suspected of promoting incest.
Saturday at 2 p.m. I’ll break with one of my most cherished traditions — avoiding Book Expo as a slug would a salt mine — to interview Shalom Auslander about Foreskin’s Lament. Though he once walked fourteen miles from Teaneck, New Jersey to Madison Square Garden to attend a Rangers game on the Sabbath, Auslander is pragmatic in email about . . .
The Old Hag posts “the notorious ‘ass’ section” of A.M. Homes’ adoption memoir, The Mistress’ Daughter.
Balk uncovers parallels between the families of The Sopranos and The New Yorker thanks to Remnick’s Family Guy.