Sounds right to me.
— A delightful report on the walking tours of John Keats, in today’s Writer’s Alamanac.
Something else to do with your English major.
Consider the Dinner
West Sussex recognizes resident David Sedaris for tireless road-side litter removal, names garbage truck after him, publishes "local man" story about him, doesn't realize he is also a best-selling author in his spare time. →
This is simultaneously the most David Sedaris and most small English town thing to happen ever.
The picture is pretty great as well:
The history of authors and dump trucks is a long and illustrious one. When I worked at Sterling Publishing, I briefly worked on a campaign that included a rented and wrapped garbage truck. Here’s what it looked like:
Unfortunately, I do not believe that Little Brown UK was involved in the maiden voyage of the Pig Pen Sedaris.
In the early afternoon my mother
was doing the dishes. I climbed
onto the kitchen table, I suppose
to play, and fell asleep there.
I was drowsy and awake, though,
as she lifted me up, carried me
on her arms into the living room,
and placed me on the davenport,
but I pretended to be asleep
the whole time, enjoying the luxury—
was too big for such a privilege
and just old enough to form
my only memory of her carrying me.
She’s still moving me to a softer place.
— Serious literary criticism alive and well, “Man Seized For Setting Fire to Knausgård Book”
New Kindle Helps Readers Show Off By Shouting Title Of Book Loudly And Repeatedly
— World War G by John Flowers
The mailroom delivered me a copy of “www.TheMeetingMagazines.com Corporate & Incentive Travel” magazine and this is one of its real full page ads.
This excellent article misses a real opportunity midway through, when Green states that ”[Lambert is] instructing educators on how to train teachers” when she could have said “She’s a teacher who teaches teachers to teach teachers”
Time to shine.
— from the Publishing, You Can Do It Too! files, in today’s Writers Almanac, which also has a great Charles Simic poem.
Well this is interesting: The Center for Fiction has posted their Fall reading groups, and one of them is an opportunity to discuss the late great García Márquez with his finest translator, Edith Grossman.
The Center for Fiction, by the bye, is a* literary nonprofit dedicated to celebrating fiction. If you’re not a member, you can still receive their newsletter missives here. They’re short, non-intrusive, and can make you feel better about all the bookish goings on about town that you’re not attending, but could, if you were that sort of person.