You might be surprised to learn that Paul Auster is more concerned with the New York Mets than he is with his recently released memoir, Winter Journal. “Baseball is life,” says the Brooklyn writer.
Comparing Anna Karenina’s Suicide to Mets Fandom? Sounds Right to Me.
Citation, Please
Fun Fact: British radio and television presenter Alan Partridge (a fictional character played by Steve Coogan) is referenced in not one, not two, but seven entries in the Oxford English Dictionary. Oh, you cheeky Brits.
Realia
“After scanning across this listing while doing cursory research for something else, I instantly became obsessed with the idea of the zebra skin in the library. What, exactly, did it look like? How was it stored amongst his papers? Why had he owned it? What was it doing in the special collections of an academic library?” On looking through the archives of William Gaddis.
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Calling All Foer-Besotted 10-Year-Olds
Spotted on the streets of New York: a casting call for a "10-13 year old Caucasian male" to play protagonist Oskar Schell in Stephen Daldry's upcoming film adaptation of Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. Notable Goyim Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock are attached to the project, as Oskar's parents.
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Letters to Véra
David Lipsky writes for Harper’s about Letters to Véra, which collects Vladimir Nabokov’s letters to his wife of fifty-two years. As he puts it, “Companion, agent, live-in editor, bodyguard, and the dedicatee of almost all her husband’s books, Véra Nabokov, née Slonim, has reached a strange elevation in our cultural sky.”
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On The Road On The Screen
Francis Ford Coppola's movie adaptation of Jack Kerouac's On The Road may finally see the light of day. The film, directed by Walter Salles and starring the likes of Viggo Mortensen, Amy Adams, and Steve Buscemi, could hit French theaters as early as March 23rd.
Yeah, he didn’t seem too concerned when he was writing it, either. It sounds like it’s good to be Paul Auster, Existential Seducer.