“O Unslaked Bill Maher, is it true that everything sucks? It probably is, but I didn’t think we were supposed to know that yet.” Fathers of pre-teen girls appeal to higher powers of various, disparate denominations over at McSweeney’s.
You might never be able to finish Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, but you can stay in his hotel. France is marketing its literary heritage with hotels named after famous authors. At the aforementioned Marcel, guests can stay in rooms named after Proust characters. If you aren't a fan of madeleines, you can check into the R Kipling or Le Pavillon des Lettres.
You may have read some of our pieces on graphic novels and comics. The form is increasingly seen as an indispensable genre of literature. At Slate, a team of judges select the nominees for their third annual Cartoonist Studio Prize, including Here by Richard McGuire and Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast.
Poets, dog-lovers, urban-dwellers, and really, everyone -- check out poet and dog-trainer Susie DeFord's heartfelt and keen-eyed new book of poems, Dogs of Brooklyn. Says Vijay Seshadri, DeFord's collection is full of "wonderful poetic investigations into the life of Brooklyn's dogs, into their habits, their idiosyncrasies, and their secret longings."