There’s a quiet war being waged against Wyoming’s wild horse population, reports The Altantic‘s Andrew Cohen.
On this day 124 years ago Raymond Chandler, hardest of the hard-boiled, was born. To celebrate the father of Philip Marlowe see these letters Chandler wrote to some of his contemporaries, listen to Chandler's interview with Ian Fleming, and enjoy a couple classic Chandlerisms. Most importantly, read "The Simple Art of Murder," the greatest essay about the mystery novel ever written.
Since 2003, Spain has seen its “average number of regular readers” climb from 47% (one of the three lowest in the EU) to 60%. During that time, writes Alasdair Fotheringham, the number of library borrowers in the various parts of the country has risen between 50 and 150%. Yet in spite of this burgeoning trend, library budgets are still at risk of further austerity cuts. Meanwhile, almost the exact same thing is happening in Florida’s Miami-Dade County.
At least two people were not pleased with John Jeremiah Sullivan’s recent cover story in the New York Times Magazine. In a letter to the New York Observer (and an expanded post on Google+), Susannah McCormick – daughter of renowned music historian Robert "Mack" McCormick – alleges that Sullivan and his research assistant “glibly” stole her father’s research in an act of “quasi theft.” In his response, Sullivan asserts that, “by hiding L. V. Thomas’s voice, by refusing for over half a century to credit or even so much as name the two singers who created those recordings while they or their contemporaries were alive, Mack McCormick committed a theft—through negligence or writer’s block or whatever reasons of his own—far graver than my citation of interviews L.V. granted him decades ago.”
Lydia Millet's most recent novel, Magnificence, is the third in a trilogy, and a reminder of what a significant body of work she's been building over the last decade. The Point offers the best overview of that work you're likely to find anywhere. Millet's "equal parts" Ben Marcus and Jonathan Franzen, writes Tom Dibblee, "but really she's her own thing."