Around lunchtime Tuesday, email arrived from Philip Connors, one of my favorite writers whose work you may not know yet. (See, e.g., Why is writing an editorial like pissing yourself in a blue serge suit?) “As a follower of your continuing family revelations, I have to say it pleases me to know there’s at least one person out there who . . .
Nostalgia on the bookshelf: Richard Nash reviews The Late Age of Print. (Via.)
Lethem, Chabon, and other members of the National Coalition of Authors oppose Google Book Search on privacy grounds.
Harper’s has posted video of an old Mary Gaitskill reading from her 1994 essay “On not being a victim.” (Via.)
Even as the printing press was taking hold, the Abbot of Sponheim urged his monks to keep copying texts by hand. The written word on parchment, he said, would last a thousand years, whereas words printed on paper were cheap and fleeting. His argument has echoes in the ebooks debate. But somehow rigorous prose withstood the demise of parchment — . . .