“In literature there’s a perversely refreshing counteroffensive of odiferous refuseniks, a burgeoning genre you could call Repulsive Realism,” writes Hillary Kelly for Vulture. “The pioneer and reigning queen of this trendlet is Ottessa Moshfegh.” Kelly goes on to look at other “Repulsive Realism” reads, such as the recent Halle Butler novel, The New Me, and Melissa Broder’s The Pisces, books in which bad sex and unwashed armpits run rampart and “the characters manufacture their own mire and swim around in it [and] rebel against the packaging of femininity and the oppression of the lacquered image.”
A detailed analysis of F. Scott Fitzgerald‘s tax records, obtained from his estate, at The American Scholar. William J. Quirk scrutinizes Scott’s financial ledgers from 1919 to 1940, including short story royalties, expenses relating to wife Zelda, and his years spent in Hollywood. Indeed, you are what you spend.
Ted Thompson, whose novel The Land of Steady Habits was released earlier this year, writes for Salon about his experience publishing his first book. Pair with this conversation between our own Bill Morris and Edan Lepucki, who both have novels coming out this month.