It’s been seventeen years since Judy Blume published a book for adult readers. Her latest, In the Unlikely Event, brings that streak to an end. In the Times, Caroline Leavitt reviews her new book, which depicts a small town in the fifties reeling in the wake of three consecutive plane crashes. FYI, our own Lydia Kiesling wrote an essay on Blume’s book Forever.
From one muckracker to another: Thomas Frank on Mailer and Miami.Fear and Loathing at Build-a-Bear WorkshopThe folks at n+1 on Obama and the culture war reduxSarah, the book, nibbles at the edges of Amazon's Top 10, sparking its own kind of culture war in the reviews section (scroll down)Can Palin! The Musical be far behind?A new tool for mapping bookstores, chain and indieFor Salvadoran novelist Horacio Castellanos Moya, politics are a genetic burdenFrank O'Hara...yeah, New York will do that to youJonathan Yardley on the venerable Elements of StyleDon't blame me...I voted for Kodos
From Werner Herzog's letter to Rosalina, the woman he employs to keep his house: "Music is futile and malicious. So please, if you require entertainment while organizing the recycling, refrain from the ‘pop radio’ I was affronted by recently. May I recommend the recitation of some sharp verse. Perhaps by Goethe. Or Schiller. Or Shel Silverstein at a push."
Amazon's 7" Kindle Fire tablet will sell for $199 -- less than half the cost of Apple's cheapest iPad. The color, touch-screen tablet will run Google's Android software and have access to Amazon's app store, streaming movies and TV shows. Additionally, Amazon's announced the launch of the $99 Kindle Touch, and has reduced the price of the standard Kindle to $79.
"The specter of the confessional haunts all first-person writing, and women’s writing in particular," but perhaps "the instinct to insert [the self] comes from a place of saying, 'I’m not an expert, I’m just a person; let me show you where I’m situated here in this thing I’m telling you about.'" Our own Lydia Kiesling writes about Meghan Daum, Lena Dunham, Leslie Jamison and the confessional impulse in nonfiction for Salon.