The Washington Post offers a long profile of the still underappreciated Edward P. Jones. We learn he hasn’t put a word of fiction to paper in four years but has been writing in his head. “‘I write a lot in my head,’ he says. ‘I’ve never been driven to write things down.'” (via @keelinmc)
They've called him a sports icon, a "national nightmare," an author, and a punchline. They've questioned the backlash against him, and tracked his particular brand of "muscular Christianity." Coincidental religious symbolism has been noted. Yet so far nothing has come close to genius of Jimmy Fallon's rendition of Tim Tebow as... TeBowie.
At Bookforum, Alexander Benaim reads the latest novel by Jess Row, which I wrote about as part of our most recent book preview. The novel poses a charged, intriguing question: what would happen if it were possible to change your race? (It might also be a good time to read the author’s Year in Reading entry along with our own Mark O'Connell's review of the novel at Slate.)