On the heels of her Rumpus post on the lack of diversity in the New York Times Book Review Roxane Gay has started taking names. Literally. She’s compiling a public database of working writers of color.
Ursula K. Le Guin has died at the age of 88, according to the New York Times and Le Guin's family. The prolific science fiction and fantasy writer — best known for her Earthsea series and The Left Hand of Darkness — explored themes like politics, gender, religion, and environmentalism. However, Le Guin wrote across genre and published over 20 novels, 100 short stories, 7 essay collections, 13 children's books, 5 volumes of translation, and a writer's guide. No stranger to awards, Le Guin most recently won the 2017 Hugo Award for Best Related Work for Words Are My Matter: Writings About Life and Books, 2000-2016. From our archives: The Millions interview with Le Guin from 2013.
Yet another open archive for your summer reading enjoyment: the Baffler ("the Journal that Blunts the Cutting Edge"), as part of a website redesign, has made available its entire back catalog of commentary and fiction. Might I suggest starting with this now-charmingly-antiquated piece on marketing to the youthful "hipster" generation? (The Paris Review has other suggestions. It's hard to go wrong.)
n+1's Research Collective has posted the introduction to Ellen Willis's No More Nice Girls: Countercultural Essays (1992), and plans to post a series of essays by the seamless activist and writer-- "Her refusal to subsume her personality to a movement, or to ignore the things that were important to her, remains an inspiration."
“The way (Yeats) puts down a man’s head & a woman’s head side by side, or face to face, is terrifying, two irreducible singlenesses & the impassable immensity between.” The Paris Review has published a brief, fascinating letter written by Samuel Beckett to his aunt Cissie Sinclair containing an original poem and some positive criticism of the painter Jack B. Yeats. Top it off with this essay by Elizabeth Winkler about language, style, and translation–and how any of that might help to make sense of Beckett’s convoluted legacy.