Let’s take a moment to be jealous of other countries, shall we? In Iceland, “one in ten [residents] will publish something in their lifetime.” Norway’s government “buys 1,000 copies of every book a Norwegian author publishes. It provides a $19,000 annual subsidy to every author.” In Argentina, “the city of Buenos Aires now gives pensions to published writers.”
"Your opponents would love you to believe that it’s hopeless, that you have no power, that there’s no reason to act, that you can’t win. Hope is a gift you don’t have to surrender, a power you don’t have to throw away." This seems a better time than most to revisit Rebecca Solnit's Hope in the Dark, an excerpt of which ran in The Guardian earlier this year. You can also read our review of Solnit's The Faraway Nearby here.
How does Karl Ove Knausgaard delve into some of the oldest parts of his memory for his writing? "I remember every single room that I have been in from the age of seven. What I did was to place myself in those rooms, and when I started to write about them it was like unlocking a thousand small doors, all leading further into childhood," he told Cressida Leyshon at The New Yorker. Knausgaard also has a story, "Come Together" (behind the paywall), in the current issue. Pair with: Our essay on My Struggle.
What if Hamlet were a punk who skateboarded over Ophelia? At The Toast, Mallory Ortberg imagines Shakespeare's Hamlet with a teenage dirtbag cast complete with hilarious illustrations by Matt Lubchansky. "im going to the cemetery to touch skulls." We hope this becomes a regular series.