I’m glad someone started this blog of unnecessary quotations marks for me. (via @narrativemag).
The correspondence of Vladimir Nabokov and the critic Edmund Wilson suffered from Wilson’s inability to appreciate Nabokov’s work. But by the spring of 1950, illness had affected both men to the point where a skilled correspondent in the ways of the U.S. mail became “a panacea to pain.”
Is Sergio de la Pava‘s A Naked Singularity the first great self-published novel of the new century? Aren’t you at least a little bit curious?
The Millions turned nine years old this past weekend. I want to thank the writers, editors, and interns for another great year. And I especially want to thank our smart, passionate, and engaged readers for continuing to make The Millions such a fulfilling project for all of us.