Stop reading this immediately

"Internet reading takes up my time without my setting that time aside for it, and fills me with images and thoughts that I don’t perceive going in, like radiation... In these online minutes or hours, I drift along with my mouth open, absorbing whatever’s floating by, never chewing or even swallowing, just letting it all seep pre-chewed into me": an elegant argument against reading about books before you read the books in question at Electric Literature. (But we hope you'll continue to read The Millions anyway.)

The man Lish fought for

It was the height of the feminist revolution and one man was trying, unsuccessfully, to publish a book about a man amidst a midlife crisis.  25 years later, Esquire editor Gordon Lish read sections of An Armful of Warm Girl in a literary magazine and demanded that Knopf reconsider publishing it (they did). This week over at Bloom, Nicki Leone dives into the work of W.M. Spackman, the man often referred to as "Fitzgerald's literary heir."

Another book, another ghost

Oh, ghostwriter: that poorly-paid name snuck into the "Acknowledgements" section somewhere after agent's agent and ex-wife's third cousin. In the middle ground between Michael D'Orso, who spoke to The Millions of job satisfaction as a hired pen, and Sari Botton, whose reminisces are full of horror stories, Andrew Croft, author of 80 books that sold 10M copies under other people's names, offers a circumspect take in his Guardian profile. "The ghost is advised never to forget that, at the end of the day, he or she ranks somewhere between a valet and a cleaner."