Joel Rice has a new column up at McSweeney’s, in which he looks at “the literature of skateboarding.” All in all, this kind of reflective writing should pair nicely with Nick Courage’s fantastic Paris Review piece from last month. (Bonus: Rice’s column linked above also features a nice little bit of David Foster Wallace memorabilia.)
Say goodbye to Sadie Stein! Stein, who is moving on after two years as The Paris Review Daily's correspondent, had this to say: "It is a strange thing to monetize your emotions. Anyone who writes or creates knows this. And the work one does on the Internet feels insubstantial, even by the flimsy standards of intellectual property. Any body of digital work is a funny mixture of ephemeral and immortal, and it’s hard to know how to feel about such an archive."
It's hard to believe that the country containing Aokigahara, or "The Suicide Forest", has for so long ignored its abundance of clinically depressed, "overworked" citizens, but Junko Kitanaka, in her book Depression in Japan, explains exactly why that's happened.
Writers are told that they should outline their work. Elizabeth Gilbert has outdone us all by writing a 70-page outline for The Signature of All Things. "I have no German Romantic idea about work. There’s no fugue state, you know? I could no more write at 3 a.m. than I could with a quill pen. I keep farmer’s hours and I have that sort of plotting and plodding way," she told The Daily Beast.