From the folks who brought you 8-bit illustrations of 8 Short Stories’ Opening Lines, get a load of 10 Classic Novel Covers in 8-bit form. Together, this might be enough to actually make you want to listen to Anamanaguchi.
Crime novelist Sue Grafton passed away earlier this week from cancer. Lit Hub and Vulture both have touching tributes to her and her detective series starring Kinsey Millhone. "Grafton belonged to a cluster of female authors who viewed the private-detective subgenre, previously dominated by Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, and Grafton’s own hero, Ross Macdonald, in desperate need of subverting" and "The annual release of her latest Kinsey Millhone novel was, for generations of devotees, one of the year’s premier literary events. " Rest in peace Ms. Grafton.
After roughly three years and an astounding 2,373 posts, Nick Moran is handing off his duties on the Curiosities blog. When we re-launched the site in 2009, we had the idea that a faster-paced mini-blog would add a lot to The Millions, giving readers fresh material to check out and give us a more "newsy" feel, but we weren't able to really fully execute on that idea until Nick came along and took it over. First as an intern, and then later as our Social Media Editor, he created the Curiosities blog's voice and hammered out a process that subsequent contributors have followed. He has brought a lot of readers to The Millions this way. Nick will, thankfully, be sticking around to continue to oversee our social media efforts, intern program and help with various projects and posts, including our Top Ten lists.
Growing up, Judy Bolton-Fasman watched her mother study Don Quixote, propping the book up on their kitchen counter while studying for her Master’s in Spanish literature. Her mother was a native speaker, but Cervantes was still a tough writer to figure out, especially if you were reading his work while trying to cook dinner in the background. The author looks back on her mother’s education in a Saturday Essay for The Rumpus.
"Symptoms included a frenzy for culling and hunting down first editions, rare copies, books of certain sizes or printed on specific paper." Lauren Young writes in Atlas Obscura about the phenomenon of bibliomania, "a dark pseudo-psychological illness" that afflicted upper-class victims in Europe and England during the 1800s. And for a first-hand account of more contemporary book theft, read John Brandon on his high school pastime: "The first time was nerve-racking, a rush, but by the third book I was already settling in."
The Atavist has been killing it lately. Last month, I was riveted by Joshuah Bearman's outrageous (and completely true) story of one Brit's attempt to bring a "Baghdad Country Club" to the city's Green Zone. This month, "Mother, Stranger," Cris Beam's account of her abusive mother--a distant relative of William Faulkner--had me on the verge of tears.
A couple weeks ago, Darcey Steinke wrote an essay for The Millions in which she remembered her friendship with Barry Hannah. She went into detail about the freewheeling energy of his prose. Now, in a review of Steinke's latest for Bookforum, Lisa Locascio writes about the author's own talents. “Many authors bounce the sacred and profane against each another; Steinke blasts them together with the intensity of CERN’s Large Hadron Collider (LHC),” she writes.