“It is now, at this precise moment when I become woefully aware of the cruel transience of this seasonal offering, rarely lingering beyond the Marigold blooms of latter March, and at once I am lost amidst a magnificent vision, one in which our hallowed Saint Patrick himself is riding shotgun alongside me in this very Camry.” In which James Joyce orders a shamrock milkshake.
This Glorious Respite
I Tweet Therefore I am
Twitter lets writers think in public, and it's changing the way we write, Thomas Beller argues in The New Yorker. “Does articulating a thought in public freeze it in place somehow, making it not part of a thought process but rather a tiny little finished sculpture? Is tweeting the same as publishing?"
You’ll Know Who Hunted Who
Recommended Reading: Three poems by Danez Smith.
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Controversial Books
This week in book-related infographics: a look at the most controversial books of all time.
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Looking for America
Recommended Viewing: Photographer Alec Soth and writer Brad Zellar's LBM Dispatch, "an irregularly published newspaper of the North American ramblings." The New Yorker has a gallery of 14 of Soth's haunting photos that capture the fleeting spirit of America.
Mad, Bad, and Healthy to Know
"It was spring. Byron was leaving England forever, a cloud of infamy hanging over him. (He is one of the few people you can write something like that about and have it be true; that is part of why he's so satisfying.)" Via The Awl: the adventures of John Polidori, literary vampire and doctor to Lord Byron.
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