Recommended Listening: Fresh Air on Melville House’s Last Interview series with Ernest Hemingway, Nora Ephron, and Philip K. Dick. For more interviews, check out who The Millions has interviewed recently.
The Last Interview
Literature, Morality, and $25,000
"Morality... is a slippery slope and nowhere more, perhaps, than in regard to art, to literature, which begins as the expression of a single heart, a single mind. That it becomes more than that — connective, the fiber of a conversation between writer and reader, and between both of them and the world — is not just the point but the miracle... To frame this miracle in moral terms is to misread what art extends to us: a way of joining, for a moment only, across the void." In an article for the LA Times, David L. Ulin considers the implications of the George V. Hunt, SJ Prize for Excellence in Journalism, Arts and Letters, which will award $25,000 to a writer “of sound moral character and reputation [who] must not have published works that are manifestly atheistically or morally offensive.”
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Pulp and Not
Is “literary” fiction just a product of clever marketing? Elizabeth Edmondson thinks it is. At The Guardian, she argues that classically literary authors like Jane Austen had no idea they were writing Literature -- posterity classified their work as such later on. Her essay dovetails nicely with our own Edan Lepucki's argument that literature is a genre.
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Now That’s What I Call an Elastic Product!
Meet the latest woman to join the "Billionaire's Club." Her name is Sara Blakely, and she invented Spanx.
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Fitting Room Drama
Recommended: This excerpt from Jessica Anya Blau’s new novel.
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Carl Köhler in Toronto
The University of Toronto now has a webpage up for its current exhibition "Beyond the Words: Author Portraits by Carl Köhler." See some of Köhler's remarkable portraits of artists and intellectuals and read about him here.
Burroughs’s curse, Capote’s burden
"Enjoy your dirty money. You will never have anything else." And other things William Burroughs's wrote to Truman Capote. There's a bit more backstory over at RealityStudio, though the letter stands on its fearsome and indignant own.