Once again, another Dave Eggers novel is coming with barely any notice. Knopf will publish Eggers’s latest, Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?, on June 17. The title is longer than the plot description, but the new novel will follow a man named Thomas who interrogates a NASA astronaut about their connection.
Yes, More Eggers on the Way
Rural Fever
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.
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The S Monster
ICYMI, J.J. Abrams (of Lost and Star Trek fame) will release a novel -- conceived by Abrams and written by Doug Dorst -- in October with the enigmatic title of S. Last month, he released the first half of a teaser trailer; this week, he released the second half.
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The Heat-Packing Poet
Why did Richard Brautigan’s friends eventually stop inviting him to parties? Was it because he got drunk? Was it because he brought too many friends? Or was it because, as Michael LaPointe suggests in his review of Jubilee Hitchhiker: The Life and Times of Richard Brautigan, he liked to pack a revolver?
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My Way of Proceeding
New poems from Rae Armantrout are always a cause for celebration. Here are two of them from the Possession issue of Granta Magazine, along with a couple of bonus poems by Caitlin Scarano. Don’t worry, you can thank me later.
Oh No He Didn’t
Henry James, gossip columnist.
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We know Eggers doesn’t do any research for his novels – as he proudly informed us in the publicity push for his last laugher – but this sort of turn-around guarantees nobody’s even editing him. So basically now he’s publishing the equivalent of a NaNoWriMo manuscript every nine months.
I’m guessing the Times will review it three times.
I read, and then skimmed, A Hologram For The King. There’s a phenomenal novel to be written about the strange economies of the Middle East, Dubai and Jeddah and all that, but this wasn’t it. Eggers has an ear for good stories, but is a supremely lazy researcher and writer. I don’t get why he thinks he can simply find within himself the credibility and knowledge to carry this stuff over.
I can only imagine a novel called A Hologram For The King, dealing with Saudi, written by a competent author.