The Best of Young British Rankings
The Begging the Question Question
Just what does it mean to "beg" a question, anyway? And did I just do it, or not? The Book Bench is on the case.
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Shelf-Love
Do you want to show off your bookshelf online without typing up a list of your books on Goodreads? Well, you strange exhibitionist, you can do that now with Bookshelfies, a Tumblr featuring pictures of people standing in front of -- well, you know.
Interview with Pinckney Benedict
At The Rumpus, an engaging interview with Pinckney Benedict, author of Town Smokes and Miracle Boy and Other Stories, and one-time writing apprentice under Joyce Carol Oates.
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Chris Adrian’s Take on Shakespeare
Chris Adrian's pedigree is impressive: former Harvard Divinity student; Iowa Writer's Workshop graduate; current fellow in UCSF's pediatric hematology/oncology department; lifelong fan of Shakespeare. He's also found time to appear in The Paris Review, The New Yorker, and McSweeney's. Great Night, his latest novel, imaginatively reboots A Midsummer Night's Dream by setting it in San Francisco's Buena Vista Park. Here's some footage of him reading an excerpt at last month's FSG Reading Series.
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Metaphorical Departure
We all spend way too much time in airports this time of year, but Brad Leithauser searched for a metaphor about his journeys through BWI. As he writes for The New Yorker, "There was a piquant pleasure on the night when I first put these two experiences—morning churchgoing, evening airport-going—side by side. I’d been idly and only semi-consciously asking myself what these nocturnal intervals at B.W.I. reminded me of, and now, suddenly, I’d located my metaphor."
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Essential Reading
Over at Vulture, twenty-eight authors including Alexander Chee, Margo Jefferson, Colum McCann, and Eileen Myles write about the books that changed their lives. Pair with our article in which six authors reflect on their childhood reading.
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“He was a sassy youngster”
“He was a sassy youngster...[A]s to burning the epistle up or not—it never occurred to me to do anything at all: what the hell did I care whether he was pertinent or impertinent? he was fresh, breezy, Irish: that was the price paid for admission—and enough: he was welcome!” Turns out Walt Whitman and Bram Stoker were pen pals.
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