John Jeremiah Sullivan’s “Diary” for the Financial Times features the Mars Curiosity, Quaker school songs, and all sorts of family bonding.
“I have always wondered.”
Meet the Lancasters
Hazel Grace has a family now. True Blood's Sam Trammell will play Hazel's dad in the film adaptation of John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. Last month, our own Nick Moran reported that Laura Dern joined the cast as Hazel's mom. With the Lancaster family complete, filming will start in Pittsburgh at the end of this month. If you still haven't read the book yet, let our own Janet Potter convince you.
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Lambda Literary Award Finalists
Congratulations to the Lambda Literary Award Finalists, who were announced this week. Finalists include Carrie Brownstein, Matthew Spender (our review of his memoir), and Truman Capote.
Benefits Does Have a Nicer Ring to It
In its treatment of the poor, Britain may be “going back to the Middle Ages,” says Booker repeat winner Hilary Mantel. Indeed, she explains, “In some respects … Cromwell lived in a more enlightened time.” And she’s not the only high profile UK author to come to the side of government welfare these days. In a two-part interview for The Daily Show, J.K. Rowling notes that she couldn’t have written her first books without government “benefits.”
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Recommended Reading: Aaron Burch's new poem "Far from the Hudson" at Big Lucks. You might want to put some Wu-Tang on when you read this.
John Jeremiah Sullivan is the most overrated writer currently being overrated. I just got done reading “Diary” and all I can say is, That’s it? That’s what passes for the best American letters has to offer, according to most of the blogosphere and a good portion of the Quality Lit world. I felt the same way about 80% of Pulphead. So now I think I’ve read enough of John Jeremiah Sullivan to have an educated opinion. I wouldn’t say his writing is bad, it’s not, it’s good, it’s fine, I guess. More laconic Midwestern earnestness. Yawn.