According to the New York Times, a “vigilante copy editor” has hit the sculpture park of the Pratt Institute.
In a short biographical piece for Open Letters Monthly, Sam Sacks writes about the book reviewing career of Katherine Mansfield and the ways in which it "helped her build the writing muscles needed" to finish her masterful short stories. While some critics might take umbrage at the way Sacks characterizes Mansfield as "turning out deadline copy like an ink-stained Fleet Street hack," his look into her reviews culminates in the realization that "the point [of reviewing books] is not to be constructive but to construct something of lasting value in the little space and little time you’re granted. Like all writing, it should be a passion, not a pastime. The point is to dazzle."
It’s hard to get a better glimpse of the postwar white male American writer than the essays of William Styron. In My Generation, a new book of collected nonfiction, Styron writes about a raft of his contemporaries, including but not limited to Philip Roth, James Baldwin and Truman Capote. In the NYT, Charles Johnson reviews the collection. You could also read Alexander Nazaryan on a book by Styron’s daughter.
"It’s a critical dilemma in my reading and writing but also a real-life dilemma in a family like mine, with Alzheimer’s in our genes: How do you locate the personhood in someone who is, for neurobiological reasons, no longer the person you knew? Is there a way to be true to medical fact and still find something that is transcendently human?" Stefan Merrill Block writes about the literature of Alzheimer's and Matthew Thomas's We Are Not Ourselves, which Lisa Peet reviewed for The Millions.