Writers’ houses offer a curious mixture of reverence, nostalgia, fabrication, and history; but there’s a limit to the information that they can impart.

Melville apparently was the deceased writer Updike worried he would become -- dead before he‘d died.

My feelings have swung from amazement to irritation and back again. I've been bemused and bored. I've been caught up in curious crowds, and I've loathed the drunken hordes.

45,000 kids are writing novels for National Novel Writing Month. Thing is, the youngest of these literary hopefuls are still learning to read.

Judd is an artist who deserves our attention, but the degree of cultural canonization and institutional validation that has been conferred on his work at Marfa is commensurate with the very highest levels of achievement.  Who decided that Judd’s legacy is that important?

Greensboro, North Carolina, is that true American anomaly – a place where there seem to be more people writing serious books than reading them.

Seventy-two hours to produce a novel? The International 3-Day Novel Contest proves that writing can be an extreme sport.

The theme of the festival was “Storytelling and Politics,” and over three days, 6,000 people gathered in a tent in a small park across the river from Notre Dame to hear writers talk through the relationship between the storyteller and his political context. But the World Cup was on everyone’s mind.

In Tübingen, Jonathan Franzen talked candidly and casually about his struggles as a writer. En route, though, he made a stealthy attempt to re-frame literature so that he and his project occupied its absolute center.

'Gogol was a strange creature, but genius is always strange; it is only your healthy second-rater who seems to the grateful reader to be a wise old friend, nicely developing the reader’s notions of life.'