This National Geographic piece on the desire to document and preserve the world’s many dying languages is great.
With Halloween a week away, The New York Times asked Ayana Mathis and Francine Prose about the "most terrifying" books they've read. Their choices? Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry and Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales. Pair their combined essays with Flavorwire's list of "50 of the Scariest Short Stories" and our own Ben Dooley's brief review of House of Leaves's "existential terror".
"That’s always been part of my goal — to show the dark side of women. Men write about bad men all the time, and they’re called antiheroes. ... What I read and what I go to the movies for is not to find a best friend, not to find inspirations, not necessarily for a hero’s journey. It’s to be involved with characters that are maybe incredibly different from me, that may be incredibly bad but that feel authentic." Gillian Flynn and Cheryl Strayed talk with The New York Times about the adaptations for Gone Girl, Wild, and writing credible characters. Their conversation pairs well with our own Edan Lepucki's essay on likability in fiction.
“In the new environment, science fiction writers needed new formulas – or even better, needed to have the courage to operate without pre-cooked recipes of any sort. In short, science fiction needed to grow up and take on the adult world, in all its messiness and uncertainty.” Ted Gioia pens a paean to sci-fi writers of the 1960s. Among his recommendations (including a reading list of 64 works): Camp Concentration by Thomas M. Disch, whose larger oeuvre is considered here.
I've gotten a little behind in my reviews of books I've read recently. Maybe I'll get to it this weekend or early next week. In the meantime here are three literary links that caught my eye today:The many challenges of turning books with non-textual elements into audiobooks. Also discussed: how to verbally render David Foster Wallace's copious footnotes. (New York Times).Daedalus, the big remainder house, is opening a standalone bookstore in Baltimore (Baltimore Sun). Previously: I discuss remaindered books - and buy some, too!A mysterious person - or possibly persons - has been placing roses and a bottle of cognac on Edgar Allen Poe's grave each year for 57 years on the anniversary of the writer's birthday. This year some nosy people got in the way, but the meaning behind the ritual and the identity of the visitor remains hidden. (Guardian)