On a fine spring day a couple years ago, I met Michael Bierut for lunch at the Century Association. It was my first visit, and for once in my life I arrived early. After offering up my coat, I stood off to the side of the grand entryway, trying to pretend I knew what to do with my hands. Michael . . .
In December, Amazon changed its policies to allow borrowing of Kindle books. A friend had been wanting to read Freedom, so I set things up to lend her my copy. Or so I thought. The little note next to the book indicated that it was on loan, but what actually showed up in my friend’s account was The New Oxford . . .
In Mat Johnson’s satirical Pym, a “blackademic” refuses to sit on the Diversity Committee, fails to make tenure, and winds up in Antarctica searching for the origins of a Poe character.
“MFK Fisher wrote like an angel, but there was an earthy passion and utter indulgence in her books… that entwined memories of how she lived and what she ate.” See also Recession cooking with MFK Fisher and Kate C. on Consider the Oyster.