Alan Moore has an idea: Harry Potter? Antichrist.
Recommended Reading: These fifteen short texts in search of Hilla Becher, photographer and life/artistic partner of Bernd Becher: "One of the creations of her and Bernd’s artistic partnership was the seemingly perfect fusion of their visions. 'No, there is no division of labor,' they told an interviewer in 1989, in a conversation that pointedly doesn’t designate which of them is speaking. 'Outsiders cannot tell who has taken a particular photo and we also often forget ourselves. It simply is not important.'"
The correspondence of Vladimir Nabokov and the critic Edmund Wilson suffered from Wilson’s inability to appreciate Nabokov's work. But by the spring of 1950, illness had affected both men to the point where a skilled correspondent in the ways of the U.S. mail became “a panacea to pain.”
Over at Bloom check out this 3-part feature—a conversation and excerpts—on fiction writers-cum-memoirists Robin Black (If I Loved You I Would Tell You This, Life Drawing) and Natalie Serber (Shout Her Lovely Name)—former classmates at the Warren Wilson low-res MFA program, both later-life bloomers, and both “writing for their lives” in new memoirs.