Back in print is Thomas Bernhard’s memoir Gathering Evidence & My Prizes. Also new this week are a pair of spiffy box sets, George R.R. Martin’s Song Of Ice and Fire and the major works of Charles Dickens.
When did Twitter turn into a place of public shame, outrage, and apology? Alexander Chee examines the changing culture in an essay for Dame Magazine. "Oh, Internet, place of the ultimate writerly paradox, where things you write quickly for little or no money last forever." Our own Mark O'Connell explored something similar in his New Yorker essay on the public humiliation of regrettable tweets.
Michael Lewis's last book made our Hall of Fame. Now he's back with a new book that widens his focus to the financial dramas around the world with Boomerang: Travels in the New Third World. Also out this week, Jose Saramago's posthumously published Cain, Helen DeWitt's long-awaited Lightning Rods, Michael Ondaatje's The Cat's Table (reviewed here), Anne Enright's The Forgotten Waltz, Alice Hoffman's The Dovekeepers, Jim Harrison's The Great Leader, and Booker shortlisted The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes. Also out: From the master of "molecular gastronomy," The Family Meal: Home Cooking with Ferran Adria and, as noted in our recent piece "What Ever Happened to the New Atheism?" The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins.
"There are people who believe that readers and writers—at least the right kind of readers and writers—are special snowflakes, existing on a more exalted plane than mere mortals. Book people are educated. They are privileged. They are brave enough to speak out when the emperor shows up naked. They sup on nectar from flowers grown on the sunny slopes of Mount Olympus, harvested by chiton-wearing MFA candidates." Jennifer Weiner responds to bad Amazon reviews, book blogs, and elitist " book people" in an essay for The New Republic. We especially enjoy the line about the chitons.
“She didn’t even want to be anything. She just wanted to be able to sit in a room and not feel tortured by it, which is sort of the human condition in general. Eileen isn’t dreaming of leaving home and making it in the big city on Broadway. She just wants to go and eat a banana, you know?” Ottessa Moshfegh on her new novel, Eileen, for The Rumpus.