One of the best parts of last month’s Cullman Center discussion between John Jeremiah Sullivan and Wells Tower was watching JJS carry on the conversation while sipping from a highball glass of whiskey. The essayist’s Southern roots and Irish ancestry of course make him no stranger to potent potables, which is why Danny Nowell’s “John Jeremiah Sullivan” cocktail is so appropriate.
It's a bumper crop of new books this week: Hari Kunzru's Gods Without Men, Kathryn Harrison's Enchantements, László Krasznahorkai's Satantango (reviewed here), and Adam Levin's Hot Pink. Also out this week are Alain de Botton's Religion for Athiests and Jonathan Safran Foer and Nathan Englander's New American Haggadah.
Are we now living in a golden age of the uncanny? The Millions contributor Porochista Khakpour suspects that we are, and she also suspects that our historical moment, populated as it is with alienating developments and surreal art, is key to understanding the work of Helen Oyeyemi. In the Times, Khakpour reviews Oyeyemi’s new novel. (You could also read both writers’ Year in Reading pieces.)
"Loss isn’t science; it’s a human reckoning." The New York Times posts an e-mail conversation between Joyce Carol Oates and Meghan O'Rourke on why we write about grief, following the release of Oates' memoir A Widow's Story and in anticipation of O'Rourke's own memoir of loss, The Long Goodbye.
“All this is by way of saying that in the United States we haven’t got any actual royals, and yet almost the very first stories we hear are about princes and princesses, kings and queens. When a little American kid first learns that there is such a thing as real, live princes and princesses, who live in actual palaces, this is liable to come as a terrific shock, though in general a pleasing one. One would like it to be true; it’s a very nice idea, that there is such a thing as an incorruptible person for whom everything will — everything must — come right in the end.” Maria Bustillos on America’s fascination with royalty.