Martin Scorsese is finally making a movie without Leonardo DiCaprio. He and David Tedeschi are working on a documentary about The New York Review of Books. It will cover the publication’s history and feature new footage of Joan Didion and Michael Chabon, among others. The film is a work in progress but will premiere at Berlinale next month.
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Not My Best Work
In the early eighties, when the writer James Lasdun was working in publishing, he rejected a book by a writer who turned out to be a pen name for Doris Lessing. The fallout? He couldn’t bring himself to read her work until this year. (Related: our own Mark O’Connell’s interview with Lasdun about his latest book.)
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Agent Scully, Author
“There is so much low self-esteem in girls, and so much self-hate that I keep reading about. My first idea for a book was something that would help to lift girls out of that place of negativity.” Actor Gillian Anderson and journalist Jennifer Nadel are writing a 300-plus page guide entitled We: A Manifesto for Women Everywhere, slated for release in March 2017.
“Happy memories pass in slow procession over the soul”
Eldritch Press, which has a whole slew of free books available online, has just added the Constance Garnett translation of Ivan Turgenev’s A Hunter’s Sketches. Happy reading, everybody.
A Portrait of the Artist
John Berger meditates on the life and work of Rembrandt, in an exclusive excerpt from his forthcoming book. As he puts it, “Rembrandt drew because he liked drawing. It was a daily reminder of what surrounded him.”
“Finally” a movie with DiCaprio? I guess “Hugo” and the three documentaries he made in between “Shutter Island” and “Wolf of Wall Street” don’t count…
That’s too bad. With the right makeup, I bet Leo could do a great impersonation of Bob Silvers.
I think you might’ve misread the sentence, Robert.