Jennifer Egan recently spoke with Willing Davidson, fiction editor of The New Yorker, as part of Rewiring the Real, a yearlong series of podcasts with writers about the interplay of literature, technology and religion. Rachel Hurn, a former Millions intern, was there and noted Egan’s ambivalence towards “personal writing.” [Updated to correct the quote] “If writing necessarily meant writing about myself, then I’d rather do something else,” Egan said.
"I never started out as a children’s book artist. What is a children’s-book artist? A moron! Some ugly fat pip-squick of a person who can’t be bothered to grow up. That’s the way we’re treated in the adult world of publishing." The Believer interviews the late Maurice Sendak, who passed away last May.
In his review of Ben Marcus's The Flame Alphabet for the LARB, Lee Konstantinou suggests that we have now moved well beyond the death of the author: "In an era where everyone has a novel waiting to come out, authors are legion; it’s the reader who seems, well, dead." When we interviewed Marcus earlier this year he did not seem particularly mournful. We also reviewed the novel.
Everyone's favorite scrappy San Fransisco literary web site, The Rumpus, has relaunched with a major redesign. Go over and poke around why don't you? If you're looking for a place to start, why not Roxane Gay's recent essay on the New York Times Book Review section's dismal numbers when it comes to reviewing books written by people of color?
Jonathan Franzen knows a lot about birds. The novelist competed on Jeopardy's "Power Players Week" alongside Chuck Todd and S.E. Cupp as part of a variation on the Celebrity Jeopardy theme. Franzen flubbed a few questions about Shakespeare which, ironically, served to help dispel some of the "old curmudgeon" reputation that has followed him for years. This piece from The Millions on the case for non-Ikea writing in the Age of Franzen might interest you.