Amazon.com: Premium PU Leather Book-Style Case Cover for Kindle.
“Synthetic” leather, but awesome. Seen a better, with real leather? Let me know.
Later: Oh hey, this one’s nice too. I like the engraved look better. Like the elastic handstrap on the previous, though.
Bookanista: A broken wing.
Edith Wharton’s Summer. Less-known, sounds tres interesting. Added to my reading list.
NY Times: The Creative Apocalypse That Wasn’t.
“If the prices of traditional media keep falling, then it seems logical to critics that we will end up in a world in which no one has an economic incentive to follow creative passions. The thrust of this argument is simple and bleak: that the digital economy creates a kind of structural impossibility that art will make money in the future.” My italic emphasis.
Paris Review: Smoking with Lucia Berlin.
Beautiful remembrance. Writers, you’ll admire this.
The Bookseller: On blogger critique of books.
The Millions: How to Title Every Book You Ever Write.
My first novel: Sandalwood on Aiken.
Second novel: So Low When You Are Passing Through.
Collection of stories: Friesian Hall.
Third novel: The Texas Housekeepers.
Fourth: October in Hamilton.
Fifth: The Wisdom of Broken Guitar Tuners.
You know, some of those aren’t bad ...
Guernica: Just Out of Frame, Alex Carp interviews Sarah Stillman.
“I think I’d been so worried about either scaring them off or making them uncomfortable that I wasn’t respecting the full nature of their experience. I wasn’t fully willing to ask the difficult questions and let the women make choices about what they did and didn’t want to talk about. I was almost preemptively censoring them.” My emphasis; careful there. That’s like taking photos of someone, and dumping all responsibility on their model release. Many can’t foresee what widespread publication may do - but you as the creator do, clearly.
PS Mag: Read—Don’t Just Talk—to Your Kids.
Guardian.UK: A forensic study of JFK’s death taught me that tiny details can be critical.
“Manchester’s working principle – if someone mentions curtains, ask which colour and, if they were chewing gum, which flavour – disfigured magazine journalism in the US and UK for a while, in pieces that told us more about the soft furnishings than the subject. But the general instinct is correct: tiny gestures and decisions can have massive significance.” Linked for that one sentence. Better in biographies than novels, though. Austen feels spare compared to modern attempts.
Book Patrol: The worlds first multicolored printed book.
“Thanks to Cambridge University we can now see inside the world’s first multicolored printed book ...” My goodness, how nice.
NPR: The Art Of Drinking Absinthe, The Liquor Of Aesthetes.
“In Five O’Clock Absinthe, the late-19th century poet Raoul Ponchon wrote that, if you have warm absinthe, boire du pissat d’âne ou du bouillon pointu — which translates, more or less, to ‘you might as well drink donkey’s urine or “enema broth”’ instead. So cold water it was.”
A Clerk of Oxford: ‘Thou wandrest in this fals world.’
MessyNessyChic: The Little Provencale Hotel with More Important Art than Most Museums.
A bit grimey and thoroughly gorgeous.
Open Culture: Isaac Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy: Hear the 1973 Radio Dramatization.
The original Foundation Trilogy was my generation’s litmus test for ‘serious’ SF readers. “Have you read the ENTIRE THING?”
Art of VFX: Daenerys Escape by Wired.
Aha. “Dragonriders of Pern” is possible now, with convincing dragonflight. I wonder if someone’s already working on it.
wood s lot looks at the work of the late Kenneth Irby today.
Small world. I attended school with his nephew, Paco. Funny how threads of a life twist, untwist, knot ... or just shiver away to dust.
The Nation: The Virtues of Difficult Fiction.
“To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination if you are going to make use of all that the novelist—the great artist—gives you.”
You know, I still get into deep reading with the classics. Modern books, notsomuch. Perhaps it is stylistic in nature for me. Yet I have to have the right kind of chair, good lighting - perhaps a whiff of raw tobacco and coffee - and the proper book. Atmosphere is essential for good deep reading.
After all, in cracking a physical book, we seem to be honoring traditions.
Later: Leather chair. Worn. But still smelling like leather. Higher back. Arms you can throw your leg over if you want. One you can’t buy anymore - you can only find via years of trolling thrift stores.
PublishersWeekly: What Publishers Read at Home with Kids.
I must be old.
Paris Review: Think Like a Mountain—Aldo Leopold’s Path to Conservationism.
And I have to point out - he wasn’t a 20-something doing this. Worldchanging work is still done by those over 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 ...
New Criterion: Dying art.
Sounds like a fun read. Tie culture down and poke it with a judgmental finger.
Guardian.UK: Does the age of an author matter when writing YA fiction?
“One thing we’ve learned from Yalc, is that writers of all ages - young and old – write exactly the kind of fiction that YAs want to read, and long may it continue!” Who comes up with story ideas like this? Ageism!?! How old was Dr. Seuss?
Jane Austen Gift Shop: New Portrait Painting.
Apparently, every young lady needs a Mr Darcy. Early Xmas gifts?
LRB: Julian Barnes reviews ‘Ever Yours’ by Vincent van Gogh.
ArtDaily: Ireland shrugs off French riddle over Nobel laureate W.B. Yeats remains.
““It kind of makes the whole thing very spicy and international and mysterious. [snip] I used to have an enormous amount of fun with tours because I’d sneak up behind the visitors at the grave and say: ‘You know he’s not really in there.’” HAHAHAHAHA ... Keeping a sense of humor about such things always helps. No need to get all melodramatic. Well, maybe a little.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
LRB: Andrew O’Hagan · Short Cuts.
“Atticus doesn’t just stand up for a black man in the novel: he comes to see how the white supremacist mentality operates against a man on the basis of the man’s colour. And such a lawyer, after such an experience, would not be able to say the crude things we must now imagine him saying twenty years later.” My italics. Good point: though identically named, these are not the same protagonists. One could not morph into the other. So the works must be judged separately, and Watchman must ever live in the shadow of Mockingbird, the dark and twisted relation.