Last night my pal Terry Teachout read from Pops, his smart, engaging, and widely-praised new biography of Louis Armstrong, and showed some footage. While answering questions afterward, Terry recommended that everyone listen to this week’s New Yorker podcast, which includes an audio clip of Armstrong trying to cajole his wife into bed in the wee hours. His horn has to . . .
Mike Cane researches publishing in the Great Depression. Previously: Was 1935 “the worst time in history to be starting out as a writer”?
Alex Balk ranks Philip Larkin’s poems, but omits “Here,” explaining, “It’s his ‘Suedehead.’”
David Foster Wallace’s “All That,” a story about a toy cement mixer that the narrator’s parents claim has magical properties, appears in the current New Yorker.
To date Google has digitized 10 million books. On what terms will it make this vast library available to readers? (Via.)