“We don’t yet know how to make it rain. But increasingly, we may be talking about what to do when the rain doesn’t come.” Anna North writes for The New York Times about literature in the age of drought.
"I live a life of appetite and, yes, that’s right, / I live a life of privilege in New York, / Eating buttered toast in bed with cunty fingers on Sunday morning. / Say that again? / I have a rule— / I never give to beggars in the street who hold their hands out." Frederick Siedel's brusqueness makes many readers uncomfortable, yet many others revere him for his "brave cunning." Whichever side of the fence you fall on, this is an interesting take from Don Chiasson at The New Yorker.
It’s a common saying among actors that the script does most of the work. Which raises an interesting question: is it possible for a great writer to make art out of a bad story? At The Kenyon Review’s blog, Amit Majmudar says it is, using Shakespeare as proof. Related: five experts on the Bard’s greatest plays.
"The Time I Spent On A Commercial Whaling Ship Totally Changed My Perspective On The World," a blogger named Ishmael writes, on the sister blog to The Onion. (But I like these titles better.)
"The idea is to bring about a change in lifestyle of the young denizens of the city." The Times of India reports that the Bhopal Runners Association is converting old parks around the city into green reading spaces with seating, wi-fi, and literary events. Less bookcentric but still a feat of public planning (and gentrification): New York City's High Line, which our own Michael Borne wrote about when it first opened.
Norris Church Mailer, widow of Norman Mailer, died yesterday at 61 following a long battle with cancer. Mark Olshaker, president of the Norman Mailer Society, wrote: "She was the pilgrim soul who captured and won Norman’s heart and mind and who shared with him the last three decades of his life."