Moonlight director Barry Jenkins plans to adapt Colson Whitehead’s Underground Railroad as a limited-run series. In his review of the novel for our site last year, Greg Walklin gushed that “Whitehead’s brilliance is on constant display.”
Olsson's, a small chain that was an old standby among Washington D.C. independent bookstores, is likely to file for bankruptcy. It was the stores' ample music sections and gentrification that contributed most to its downfall. "'The book business is getting a little soft. It's not selling as much as it used to,' Olsson said. 'Our music sales went from 50 percent of our business to maybe 15. We lost a lot of revenue, and at the same time rents went up and real estate taxes went up. I don't know what we would have done differently. It's a killer.'"The linguistic capabilities of modern world leaders. Well done, Pope, well done.For those whose fantasies involve real estate: Private Islands for SaleAnd a pair of audio items:Nam Le's The Boat is getting rave reviews. Here he visits The Leonard Lopate Show.Garth covered the PEN World Voices Tribute to Robert Walser. Interested readers can now listen to the entire event.
"Half utilitarian data visualization project, half absurdist poetic gesture:" a Brooklyn artist is working to turn all of Wikipedia into a print encyclopedia set numbering some 7,600 volumes. But the best part of the project by far is the titles for those volumes, which include such gems as "Hulk (Aqua Teen Hunger Force) — Humanitarianism in Africa."
New this week is Joshua Cohen's Four New Messages, while John Banville (writing as Benjamin Black) is out with Vengeance. Also new on shelves: Aftermath, a memoir by Rachel Cusk; Peter Heller's post-apocalyptic debut novel The Dog Stars; David Gillham's novel of WWII Berlin, City of Women; and In the Shadow of the Banyan, Vaddey Ratner's novel set in the Cambodia of the Khmer Rouge. Out in paperback are Adam Johnson's The Orphan Master's Son and Edie Meidav's Lola, California.
Nineteen intrepid RapGenius users set out to break down the “cultural clusterf*ck and middle finger to the stripped-down simplicity of the Imagists” otherwise known as T. S. Eliot’s poem “The Wasteland.”