How much does a writer make? The Rejecter (“I don’t hate you. I just hate your query letter”) breaks it down.
How Much Does A Writer Make?
Gone in the Dark
"And so the book we have available to us is not the one she intended for us to see — and to those who knew her only as the private spouse of a public figure, Michelle McNamara emerges from these pages as much of a mystery as the Golden State Killer does, gone in the dark." In Vulture, a profile of the late true crime writer Michelle McNamara whose book, I'll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer, was published last week. From our archives: an essay on why one writer reads true crime novels.
Literature in Emojis
Slate has translated famous first lines of literature into emojis, and they're surprisingly coherent. Pair with Jonathan Russell Clark's essay on opening sentences.
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Drinking Fitzgerald Under the Table
"Most of us can’t write like our heroes, but nearly every one of us can try to drink like them." Ian Crouch examines the myth of the great alcoholic writer and Charles Jackson's The Lost Weekend in The New Yorker's "The Book That Will Make You Never Want to Drink Again."
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Sun Ra’s True Birthday
Seth Colter Walls shares some Sun Ra tracks while commenting on the conclusion of his Arkestra’s tour in Lincoln Center. As always, any piece about the musician is enriched with a reading of Jake Adam York’s poem, “At Sun Ra’s Grave.”
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“Like church bells rung by wild sugar high children”
"Perhaps it’s a sign that our literary culture is not quite so ailing that Smith managed to make a space for NW, to clear a third path, one that meanders through Willesden, through time, and through the mind." Our own Emily M. Keeler on realism and Zadie Smith.
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The End of the Poe Vigil
It's been nearly three years since an unknown man last marked Edgar Allan Poe's birthday by leaving three roses and cognac at Poe's grave. Today is Poe's birthday and "Poe fans are planning one last vigil this week before calling an end" to the decades-long tradition of watching the mystery mourner pay his respects. (via)