The new novel by Colm Tóibín draws largely from the author’s memories of his father passing away when he was young. In a Guardian essay, the author writes about his discovery that literature can be a vessel for grief, with a nod to the writer and Dublin mainstay Mary Lavin. If you’d like to learn more about Tóibín’s fiction, you can read our pieces on his books.
Mary Karr’s The Art of Memoir was published a few weeks ago to great critical acclaim, and this excerpt from the book on carnal writing and sensual data is evidence of why. If Karr's your thing, we’ve mentioned her in a couple of previous Curiosities over at The Millions.
The Millions Editor Max is interviewed at the National Book Critics Circle today. Among the topics discussed, "the motivation for launching The Millions seven years ago" and what we look for in book reviews.
"Why, after all, do writers write? What is the impulse, the insistence on story, on seeing and representing the world? It has little to do with technology although everything to do with narrative, which is a purpose that, on the surface, technology also seems to share. The difference is that the writer creates narrative with intention, whereas technology merely gathers, or processes, information, leaving interpretation, analysis, up to us." Let's just say David L. Ulin doesn't think Joyce would work for Google.
My "10 Best Songs Based on Books" list, from yesterday's Observer (UK), is up on the Guardian's website. Obviously it's not so much the 10 Best as the 10 Best I could think of while writing the list, but that kind of equivocation makes for terribly unsnappy titles.