“He was a great exploiter.” From This Recording, Samuel Beckett’s recollections of James Joyce, in his own words.
Over at Salon, Joel Whitney explains how The Paris Review worked with the CIA and “served, in part, as a covert international weapon of soft power.” While the possibility is certainly tantalizing, it's necessary to read Whitney's article alongside Carolyn Kellogg's piece in the LA Times, which notes how "the threads of the article ... become unsupportably tenuous" as it carries on.
“Mr. Fogg assured us he would touch down at our place at precisely 8:45 in the evening. Imagine our delight when he not only arrived with all the punctuality befitting an Englishman, but also quite literally touched down! In a hot air balloon!” Introducing literary couchsurfing.
At the Morgan Library in NYC: "A Woman's Wit: Jane Austen's Life and Legacy." Read the NY Times review of the show here. And, if your hankering for eighteenth and early nineteenth century English art isn't sated by the Austen, the Morgan is also offering "William Blake's World: 'A New Heaven Is Begun'".
"A vast human action is going on. Death watches. So if you have some happiness, conceal it. And when your heart is full, keep your mouth shut also." Saul Bellow saw a bit of resurgence this year with the publication of his collected non-fiction, There Is Simply Too Much to Say. Why do we need him now more than ever? According to Michael Weiss at The Daily Beast, it's because he has "a bit of the opposition in him." This essay is exhaustive and thoroughly researched and well worth your time.