Neurotic writers or friends-of-writers are likely to have asked themselves an uncomfortable question: do the writers I know use my foibles for material? At The New Statesman, Oliver Farry lists a number of proofs that they do, citing Dante’s Inferno, Madame Bovary and Beckett’s debut novel Murphy.
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Reading Material
BuzzFeed has launched READER, a new home for literary writing, featuring an essay by Melissa Broder, poetry by Jericho Brown, and a short story from Helen Oyeyemi’s What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours.
Amazon Plans for Zombies
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The Half-Windsor
Recommended Reading: Alex Myers's essay "Just Like..." on Hobart. "I was seventeen, and I wanted to show him – and everyone else (most of all, myself) – that I could be a man on my own terms."
“The intersection of nature and man, and lovely”
In recent months we’ve had pieces about the homes belonging to Zora Neale Hurston and George Orwell, so in the spirit of that trend I encourage you to check out Nic Brown’s brief look at William Faulkner’s beloved Rowan Oak.
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On The (Separate) Road
"I always had the sneaking and sinking suspicion that there would have been no place for me ... there were no Scarlett O’Haras in the Beat world. There were women, certainly, but they felt like cardboard cut-outs, something to move around, admire, shift gently out of the way when necessary. In fact, the only women Kerouac and Ginsberg seemed to genuinely respect were their mothers." Lynette Lounsbury at The Guardian on falling in love with the Beat generation, which may or may not have loved her back.