What if Hamlet were a punk who skateboarded over Ophelia? At The Toast, Mallory Ortberg imagines Shakespeare’s Hamlet with a teenage dirtbag cast complete with hilarious illustrations by Matt Lubchansky. “im going to the cemetery to touch skulls.” We hope this becomes a regular series.
It's turning into Speedboat Week here, so why not spend the weekend with some of Renata Adler's most renowned nonfiction? Her controversial reassessment of Pauline Kael (featuring "A Limitless Capacity to Inquire," one of the best found poems you'll ever read) is at the NYRB, and her deep dive into l'affaire Lewinski can be found at the L.A. Times. Interestingly, as Sarah Weinman points out, Adler's 2001 book about the Bilderberg Conferences still hasn't seen the light of day. ("Who suppresses manuscripts? We do!")
There’s a reason Hemingway and Fitzgerald are usually thought of as being opposites on the masculinity spectrum. Hemingway, he of the grand works about boxing and bullfighting, is perhaps the patron saint of literary manhood, while Fitzgerald was often the definition of refinement. Yet their actual identities were a little more complicated than our images of them suggest. At The Paris Review Daily, a look at how they were thought of as “real men” -- or not.
If you read Lydia Kiesling’s recent piece about Granta’s Young British Novelists and thought to yourself, “That John Freeman guy sounds like a grand ol’ chap, but I think I could do his job better,” then I have two things to say: 1) That’s kind of a rude thing to think to yourself. And 2) You’re in luck, I guess, because he’s in need of a replacement.