We've been following the YA debate quite attentively - I wrote about it just last week - but Sarah Burnes's addition to the conversation, a blog post for The Paris Review, is one of the most eloquent I've read. In defense of reading YA fiction as a "grown-up" she writes, "The binary between children’s and adult fiction is a false one, based on a limited conception of the self. I have not ceased to be the person I was when I was an adolescent; in fact, to think so seems to me like a kind of dissociation from a crucial aspect of one’s self. And the critic should be concerned with what is good and what is bad, what is art and what is not—not with what’s 'appropriate.'"
“There are writers we instinctively, permanently dislike: not only will we never read them, we will quietly relish the not-reading, finding in it a pleasure that can occasionally rival reading itself.” Dan Piepenbring explores the advantages of not reading for the The Paris Review. Pair with our own Sonya Chung’s essay on the art of not finishing books.
"It is not normal for the President of the United States to refuse to offer even passing respect to the idea that telling the truth matters. It is not normal for the President to pretend that any news coverage he dislikes is 'fake news' that has been fabricated by the reporters who made up the story as well as their sources."Because this is where we are, PEN America has issued Trump the Truth, a report on free expression during the President's first 100 days. And in case you missed it, you must read our own Adam Boretz's review of Mark Lamont Hill's Nobody.
Thanks to the work of archivists at The Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas, two scholars have unearthed a 1901 play by Edith Wharton called "The Shadow of a Doubt," reports The Guardian. “After all this time, nobody thought there were long, full scale, completed, original, professional works by Wharton still out there that we didn’t know about. But evidently there are. In 2017, Edith Wharton continues to surprise.” Pair with this reflection on the role of New York City in Wharton's novels.