Nathan Bransford points out that nobody is “just an author.” Even Thomas Pynchon promotes himself.
The Atavist has been killing it lately. Last month, I was riveted by Joshuah Bearman's outrageous (and completely true) story of one Brit's attempt to bring a "Baghdad Country Club" to the city's Green Zone. This month, "Mother, Stranger," Cris Beam's account of her abusive mother--a distant relative of William Faulkner--had me on the verge of tears.
"I asked myself - why don’t I state the race of my characters? And am I doing something wrong by not explicitly including a diverse cast of characters? Could I be doing something better? The short answer is yes." An argument in favor of race bent fanfiction and resisting assumedly white characters from The Missouri Review blog.
As literary genres go, bathroom graffiti ranks somewhere between obscenities carved into desks and poorly spelled comments in terms of respectability. Yet it’s still a form that could reveal interesting things, which is why a group of researchers took a series of fact-finding trips to public stalls across America. Their takeaway? “The mere fact of being in a public bathroom could be skewing how people choose to present themselves when they uncap that Sharpie.” Related: Buzz Poole on The History of American Graffiti.