Want a chance to win $200 and a shot at glory? Consider entering The Coffin Factory’s “Very Short Story Contest.” The deadline is August 15th.
A few days ago, Amazon announced the launch of their new "@Author" feature for the Kindle, whereby readers can click on an e-book passage and ask the author questions about it directly. I've broken out in a cold poststructuralist sweat about this over on The New Yorker's Book Bench blog.
"Anyone reading my fiction would never guess how seriously I take food." Extra Crispy has an interview with Junot Díaz about his diet, with particular attention given to breakfast: "I split my time between two cities so when I’m in Boston there’s a Dominican restaurant called Merengue that serves the classic Dominican breakfast of mangú, fried egg, and fried salami. I leave off the fried cheese because well, damn." If you're hungry for more, might we also suggest our own Nick Ripatrazone's ode to the day's first meal, as it figures in both literature and life.
Urvashi Butalia and Ritu Menon founded India’s first feminist publishing house, Kali For Women, in 1984. In 2003, they parted ways to start their own projects: Menon began Women Unlimited; Butalia founded Zubaan Books. Now, in a compressed and edited interview for Mint, Butalia discusses some of the challenges she faces in India’s publishing ecosystem, and also notes, “in my 40 years in publishing, things have never felt as exciting as they are now. It truly seems there are infinite possibilities.”
To get a full sense of the legacy of William Blake, you need to see his paintings alongside his famous poems. The Wordsworth contemporary did much of his best work -- including the covers of his own collections -- with a brush. At the New York Review of Books blog, Jenny Uglow pays a visit to a new exhibition at Oxford.
Over at The New Yorker, Roa Lynn recalls going to Pablo Neruda’s home and getting him to write her a poem: “Would he read a few of the poems that I had brought with me? To my delight, he said that after lunch he would take his customary nap and after that he would read our poems. If he liked them, he would write something for our book.” Pair with this Millions essay about Neruda’s house in Isla Negra.