Sorry about the tumbleweeds, everybody. I’ll spare you the details of my latest family emergency, but the upshot is that my grandfather — my last surviving grandparent — has landed in the hospital with an uncertain prognosis. Next Monday’s excuse: a plague of locusts! Please stay tuned. Book news will follow.
This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid. That’s all for me. It’s been a helluva week, and I can’t wait to go drink heavily celebrate the holiday weekend. I’m going on a little roadtrip myself. I’m promised my fellow travellers four full hours of bitching. They can’t wait. Maud was last seen hopping about in a field of . . .
This book reaction was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid. I’ve just started reading the new Amy Hempel, The Dog of the Marriage, and although I’m only a few stories in, already I think I can say: this is a magnificent book. These are short stories that seem like poems, with each new line not adding more description, necessarily, . . .
This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid. For those of you who missed Fingersmith, Affinity, or Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters is just a touch like Dickens. Except with hot, lesbian sex. Here she delights the Independent. Giant dildos, a cat named Tink and her next book all make an appearance.
This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid. There’s a bit of a firestorm over on the Guardian web pages over the editors’ introduction to the new anthology New Writing 13, compiled by Ali Smith and Toby Litt, who apparently use the opportunity to “make a sweeping condemnation of the subject matter, writing style and preoccupations of female writers”: . . .