Once upon a time, the poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote a very proto-Speedboat kind of novel. It’s only just getting published now.
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The Curse of the Diaeresis
Okay, so the deal with the famed and occasionally disdained New Yorker umlaut on words like "cooperate" is that it is not an umlaut, it is a diaeresis, and they'll be holding onto it, thank you very much.
RIP Umberto Eco
Umberto Eco, Italian semiotician and author of works such as Theory of Semiotics and The Name of the Rose, has died at 84. His most famous work, The Name of the Rose, was adapted in a film starring Sean Connery and Christian Slater. Reflect on his life by revisiting Hillary Kelly's review of Confessions of a Young Novelist.
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Noted News Items
Paul Auster is still getting mileage out of a short story that appeared in the New York Times on Christmas day 1990. "Auggie Wren's Christmas Story" was subsequently released as a limited edition book illustrated by Brian Cronin. The story became the inspiration for the films Smoke and Blue in the Face. Now, Henry Holt is releasing another edition of the story. This time the book is illustrated by an Argentinean artist named, cryptically, ISOL. Here's the story if you want to read it.The London Review of Books is celebrating its 25th anniversary, and to mark the occasion, the Guardian sits down with LRB editor, Mary-Kay Wilmers.The CS Monitor continues to provide its capsule reviews of the National Book Award nominees. Here are the reviews for the young adult category.
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Someone Should Try This on Jeopardy
No wonder trivia night at the local bar is such a hit. A new study finds that "drinkers got more test questions right and were quicker in delivering the right answers" after they'd had a few beforehand.
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Mavis Gallant, Diarist
Rejoice: Mavis Gallant's private journals are being released by Knopf in the US.
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Just let it be weird.
Mark Mann on going to the gallery and looking at art: "The fact is, nobody knows what art is or why people make it. This is blatantly disturbing."
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Original Sin Malfunction
There are a lot of nipples on the New Yorker's website, right now.