Did you dig Mark O’Connell’s review of Martin Amis’s Lionel Asbo so much that you yearn for more? Well, here’s the author’s interview with Capital, and here’s Parul Sehgal’s take on how the book’s “taut mousetrap ready to go off” sadly “never snaps.”
Once more about Martin Amis, dear friends, once more
Interviewing Meghan Daum
Guernica interviews Meghan Daum about The Little House on the Prairie, finding a home in Los Angeles and the necessity of restructuring the conversation about children. Pair with our own Hannah Gersen's review of her essay collection The Unspeakable and Edan Lepucki's take on Selfish, Shallow and Self-Absorbed: Sixteen Writers on the Decision Not to Have Kids.
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Dispatch from the Online Retail War
During its ongoing contract talks with the publisher, Amazon has been displaying that Hachette's books ship in "up to 3-5 weeks." James Patterson, one of their biggest authors, has declared on Facebook that “there is a war going on between Amazon and book publishers.” The Washington Post has more on the backstory of Amazon's strategy, while the New York Times blog details how Patterson and other authors are fighting back.
Did You Say Sudoku
"Tsundoku: the acquiring of reading materials followed by letting them pile up and subsequently never reading them." Do you buy books and let them languish? According to Ozy, there's a Japanese word for that. Might we encourage your tsundoku habit by encouraging you to look at this list of our favorite October releases?
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There’s always funny in the banana stand.
Rolling Stone asked David Cross about Arrested Development's Netflix relaunch and he says it's "audacious and amazing."
Cocktail Hour
"0.5 hrs: Read this week’s New Yorker fiction. 0.7 hrs: Hated on New Yorker writer with her derivative characters & mise-en-scenes. 0.1 hrs: Looked up 'mise-en-scene' on Wikipedia. 1.3 hrs: Phone call with writer friend; discussed how much New Yorker fiction sucks. 0.5 hrs: Drafted & emailed query letter to New Yorker (for super postmodern story)." The good people at McSweeney's imagine an impossibly tedious world where writers and poets bill by the hour.
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