Perhaps the best mashup of highbrow and lowbrow to grace the cultural ether in recent years is this innovative scratch-and-sniff guide to becoming a wine expert. The book, which is exactly what you think it is, declares that “not all oaks are created equal” and includes a diagram of “all the smells in the world.” (Related: literary tourism at Suttree’s High Gravity Beer Tavern.)
L.A.-based readers might be interested in the McSweeney's Issue 37 release party at 826LA West on Monday, May 9th at 8 pm. I'll be reading, along with fellow contributors Kevin Moffett and Larain Newman. The event will be hosted by Josh Bearman, and musician Tristen will perform.
Having grown up in Russia, New Republic senior editor Julia Ioffe is in a uniquely good position to cover the Sochi Olympics, which is why she’s writing regular dispatches from this year’s Winter Games. On Saturday, she published a piece about one of the sadder (yet more predictable) developments of the Games: foreign journalists are bombarding gay residents of Sochi with questions and requests for interviews. (She’s also manning the magazine’s Instagram feed.)
Broke New York writers - by which we mean, New York writers - take note: the city's Department of Housing is allotting a small number of $1,022 two-bedroom apartments to working artists through a convenient online application. (If that's too rich for your blood, though, we've also noted previously that Write a House is giving away free houses to writers in Detroit.)