Got a couple thousand bucks lying around? You can place a bid on one of Ernest Hemingway’s love letters. Or, for a more modest price of “free,” you can read Tim Weed’s rumination entitled “Chasing Hemingway’s Ghost in Havana.”
When our own Mark O’Connell reviewed Edouard Levé’s Autoportrait, he wrote that the book compels you to keep reading because “the more Levé says, the more facts he sets down, the more you realize he hasn’t said.” But what if at the end, you’re meant to reread the book, too? Over at Words Without Borders, Jan Steyn says “the only way to get a better idea of how [these sentences] fit together is to keep reading, and reading, until the end, and then perhaps to read the book again.”
"When a writer is born into a family," wrote poet Czeslaw Milosz, "that family is finished." Well, now Michael Bloomberg can say goodbye to his family. Georgina Bloomberg, daughter of New York City's three-term mayor, has penned The A Circuit a roman a clef about the daughter of blunt-talking Wall Street billionaire who "owns half of New York."
Are you reading this because you're procrastinating? Do you happen to be a writer? We thought so. At The Atlantic, Megan McArdle explores why writers are the worst procrastinators. Hint: It's because we have a bad case of imposter syndrome. This isn't the only theory on why we procrastinate, though.