Millions favorite J. M. Coetzee analyzes “the angry genius” of Les Murray for The New York Review of Books.
If you received a text from an unknown number saying, "sup you comnig to this thing?", would you respond? Michael Cera imagines the ensuing conversation in his epistolary humor piece, "My Man Jeremy," for The New Yorker. Depending on how you feel about the actor, the piece is either endearingly awkward or annoying, but it's very Cera — complete with anxiety and references to how he always gets mixed up with fellow "Shouts & Murmurs" contributor Jesse Eisenberg.
I’ve noted before how William Carlos Williams’s famous poem, “This Is Just to Say,” has become an internet meme, but I haven’t noted the ongoing and delightfully random “Just to Say” Twitter bot. And also, I haven’t before linked to Tammy Ho Lai-Ming’s riff on Williams’s rhythms.
It’s rare that Warren G. Harding gets much attention these days, which is why it’s all the more interesting that Sadie Stein’s father, when she was growing up, grew fascinated with the single-term president. At the Paris Review Daily, she recounts her family's visit to Harding's home.
Not every worthy book finds the audience it deserves as quickly as Edan Lepucki's California. John Warner writes about the long aftermath of finding his debut, The Funny Man, featured in our 2011 Most Anticipated Book Preview: "I wondered, what if? Maybe this was going to be the next phase of my life, and when people asked me what I did, I’d say that I wrote novels." His new collection of short stories is Tough Day for the Army.
In mid-January, ten days after moving to California, Geoff Dyer suffered a stroke while throwing away trash in his new home. At the hospital, he recovered quickly, but the incident left him “conscious that the ground could open Adairishly beneath my feet at any moment.” In the LRB, he writes about the experience. (Related: Dyer wrote two Year in Reading entries for The Millions.)