There are all kinds of arguments for reading the canon (Italo Calvino's come to mind) but why should we spend time reading untested contemporary authors? Tim Parks tackles this question, with a little help from Virginia Woolf, for The New York Review of Book's blog, and his argument pairs well with Guy Patrick Cunningham's Millions essay on reading the classics.
Haruki Murakami retired his running shoes to walk to Kobe and rediscover his hometown. "Strictly speaking, it’s not my home town any more. I feel a deep sense of loss at this fact, as if the axis of my memories is faintly, but audibly, creaking within me. It’s a physical sensation," he writes in an essay for Granta.
"I do not find it unusual that many writers I know acquire vintage clothes, buy old homes, and rescue animals. For one, we don’t have Wall Street salaries, and secondly, we’re suckers for backstory, particularly that which is left to the imagination. Our job, after all, is to make up lives, engage in epic games of pretend." Megan Mayhew Bergman writes for Ploughshares about collecting cast-off objects, "the chaos of memories," and becoming a writer. Pair with David L. Ulin's reflection on Bergman's essay and the way we think about memory, written for the LA Times.