If you’re an enthusiast of Spanish-language literature and haven’t been following the serialization of Jorge Volpi‘s essay on “The Future of Latin American Fiction” at Three Percent, you should be.
If last year's The Marriage Plot was too brief a taste of semiotics for you, here's an interesting essay on Jacques Derrida, "the Samson to tear down the temple of structuralism," and his seminal 1966 American presentation on "Structure, Sign, and Play in the Discourse of Human Sciences."
This week marked the 90th anniversary of Mrs. Dalloway's publication. Over at The Paris Review, Sadie Stein posted an animated adaptation of the novel, which she describes as "either the worst or the best... depending upon how highly you value things like coherence, tone, and style."
“Adolf Hitler loved books—that nasty bent for book burning notwithstanding—and the book industry loves him back. Type his name into Amazon, and while he doesn't trigger the English-language numbers of Jesus (186,740) or Lincoln (70,710), he registers a solid 18,597—a stunning figure for someone who died less than 70 years ago.” On the Fuhrer’s paradoxical relationship with literature.
Emily Dickinson wrote her poetry in a house in Amherst. Mark Twain wrote many of his best works on his estate in Connecticut. And Geoffrey Chaucer, it turns out, wrote in a cramped bachelor pad, nestled in the east side of the wall surrounding London. In The Spectator, a reading of Paul Strohm’s Chaucer’s Tale, which describes a pivotal year in the poet's life.