“Even after I realize that we are being robbed, that bullets can shatter glass, that being locked in is no help in this situation, I still feel a vague resentment at having to hand the laptop over. It’s mine. It contains my work, a week of writing, a month or more of photography, personal information. I have hesitated only a few seconds but feel as though I have just woken from a trance: briefly, I imagined myself with a bullet in my thigh, imagined myself bleeding out in traffic in Ojota.” At Granta, Teju Cole writes about living in Lagos.
Mystery author James Patterson has written a novel called The Murder of Steven King that apparently describes the eponymous author's death at the hands of a deranged fan. While King declined to comment on the book, he has in the past said of Patterson that the latter is "a terrible writer but he's very successful." And now you must read our editor-in-chief Lydia Kiesling's essay, "Everything I Know About America I Learned from Stephen King."