"These elements of scandal, by now familiar in the #MeToo era, claimed an unusual casualty on Friday: The Nobel Prize in Literature, the world’s most prestigious accolade for writing." In the wake of a sex abuse scandal, The Swedish Academy announced it will postpone this year's award until next year when they will name two winners. In the meantime, maybe we should all mull over the problem with prestigious prizes.
The “good bad guy” has been having his moment on television. From Don Draper to Tony Soprano, America loves the anti-hero. Here’s a look at some literary anti-heroes from over at Ploughshares. You are likely to either agree with or be enraged by this essay from The Millions on likeability in fiction.
"If I’m writing something about my period, it doesn’t mean that I’m not an intellectual. I can write an intellectual essay about my navel or a whole book about my period." The Literary Hub has a transcript of Red Ink's panel discussion on literary misfits, including Marcy Dermansky, Melissa Febos, Michele Filgate, Sarah Gerard, Emily Raboteau, and Lidia Yuknavitch. And we will never, ever miss a chance to mention Yuknavitch's essay in our own pages about grief.
In an article for Vanity Fair, Meredith Turtis argues that "perhaps fiction... can change the place women have in history," by giving forgotten figures new lives as characters with fascinating stories to tell. She cites Paula McClain's just-released Circling the Sun, about a trailblazing female aviator, and Megan Mayhew Bergman's Almost Famous Women, which could have been included based on the title alone. Her argument pairs well with our own Hannah Gersen's review of Jami Attenberg's Saint Mazie, a novel that fictionalizes the life and voice of a very real "Bowery celebrity."