When my dad’s father’s dad — we called him Granddaddy — closed down his cotton business, this article ran in the Drew, Mississippi newspaper. Granddaddy probably really did grow up in a house without a ceiling, a house so cold that “when papa would talk through the hall to the other side of the house his mustache would freeze.” And . . .
The Academy will announce the recipient of this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature at 1 p.m. Stockholm time on Thursday, 10/11.
Writer Edwidge Danticat wept as she testified before Congress about her Haitian uncle’s death in Homeland Security custody. (Transcript.)
Colson Whitehead tells the Brooklyn Eagle that he’s working on a novel inspired by some of his own experiences.
I got a kick out of this German TV segment on (and interview with) Donna Tartt, even though I couldn’t understand most of it.