Elisa Gabbert organized a roundtable discussion with several female critics to explore the twinned questions a) why are more men being published than women? and b) is it because there’s “also a lack of women writing about poetry?”
Even though William Faulkner once described Hollywood as the "plastic asshole of the world," he spent two decades writing screenplays there. At Garden & Gun, John Meroney examines Faulkner's film career, including writing for Howard Hawks and having an affair with his secretary. Pair with: Our essay on Cormac McCarthy's attempt at screenwriting.
"I live a life of appetite and, yes, that’s right, / I live a life of privilege in New York, / Eating buttered toast in bed with cunty fingers on Sunday morning. / Say that again? / I have a rule— / I never give to beggars in the street who hold their hands out." Frederick Siedel's brusqueness makes many readers uncomfortable, yet many others revere him for his "brave cunning." Whichever side of the fence you fall on, this is an interesting take from Don Chiasson at The New Yorker.
"And so the book we have available to us is not the one she intended for us to see — and to those who knew her only as the private spouse of a public figure, Michelle McNamara emerges from these pages as much of a mystery as the Golden State Killer does, gone in the dark." In Vulture, a profile of the late true crime writer Michelle McNamara whose book, I'll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer, was published last week. From our archives: an essay on why one writer reads true crime novels.