Considering an anthology about writers leaving New York came out last year (with a contribution by our own Emily St. John Mandel), it makes sense that we should now look back on the career of E.B. White, who gave up his Manhattan apartment for a farm in rural Maine.
One consequence of creating a beloved show is that you've got to deal with superficial paeans to it. David Simon has to know this, but he still seems cranky in this interview. Of course I'm not saying he can't be chagrined by Grantland or Vulture's recent TV brackets (which Simon singled out in subsequent remarks), but when he says he's "it's wearying" for people "to be picking [The Wire] apart now like it’s a deck of cards or like they were there the whole time or they understood it the whole time," it's a bit harder to take his side, and you feel like he hasn't watched Erlend Lavik's sophisticated and thorough video essay about The Wire's visual style. Surely analyses like this (or Žižek's, which we've mentioned before) deserve due credit.
The longlist for Canada's 2010 Scotiabank Giller Prize has been announced. Notable omissions: "Ilustrado by Montreal’s Miguel Syjuco, which won the Man Asian Literary Award before it was even published; Beatrice and Virgil, Yann Martel’s first novel since his breakthrough Life of Pi; and, most notably, Room by Emma Donoghue, which was recently shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize."
"It helps to be nobody if you want to be somebody." Over at The Daily Beast, Ted Gioia takes a look at what he calls the new cult of the anonymous artist. From the famously infamous graffiti artist Banksy to the enigmatic Italian novelist Elena Ferrante, there is certainly no denying that, whatever the reason, anonymity is "in." Here's an older Millions essay that takes a look at Banksy, obsession, and the sea.