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New Kindle Helps Readers Show Off By Shouting Title Of Book Loudly And Repeatedly 

We lost a lot of good people in that war. A lot. Our book clubs were decimated.

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.

The mailroom delivered me a copy of “www.TheMeetingMagazines.com Corporate & Incentive Travel” magazine and this is one of its real full page ads.

Why Do Americans Stink at Math? →

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.

Time to shine.

It’s the birthday of editor Ernest Percival Rhys, born in London (1859). He worked as a mining engineer, and he set up a makeshift library with his own books and led book discussions for the coal miners. Then a publisher got him confused with a scholar named John Rhys and approached him about editing a series of books called Camelot Classics. Ernest Rhys turned out to be a good editor, and he moved on from Camelot Classics to work for the publishing house J.M. Dent and Company. Dent and Rhys conceived of a series of inexpensive works of classic literature, 1,000 titles in all. Rhys came up with the name: “Everyman’s Library,” from the medieval morality play Everyman. In the play, the character Knowledge says to Everyman: “Everyman, I will go with thee / and be thy guide, / In thy most need to go / by thy side.” When Rhys died in 1946, 952 volumes of the Everyman’s Library had been published.

— from the Publishing, You Can Do It Too! files, in today’s Writers Almanac, which also has a great Charles Simic poem. 

Read Gabriel García Márquez with his longtime translator, Edith Grossman →

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. 

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bestrooftalkever:

I see Snoopy who do you guys see?

bestrooftalkever:

I see Snoopy who do you guys see?

Left Hand of Darkness

Discovering Innovation in Digital Books →

I’m going to be on a podcast panel tomorrow with some very smart folks, in case you’d like to listen. I’m practicing my NPR presenter voice, which I haven’t used in a long time. 

Summer Friday let’s go.

Summer Friday let’s go.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things—
    For skies of cople-colour as a brindled cow;
        For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
    Landsape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
        And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
    Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
        With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                               Praise him.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, in today’s Writer’s Almanac.

My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgaard: An Incomplete Review

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I’ve spent much of the last week reading Karl Ove Knausgaard’s first two books in his “My Struggle” series, otherwise known in Norwegian as Min Kamp, a title very close to Hitler’s Mein Kamp. Apparently the latter caused a lot of controversy when the book was first released in Norway, where in a country of 5 million people, it sold 450,000 copies.

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Here’s a great review of My Struggle by Brienne Walsh, who can spell Dostoevsky without having to Google it first, which I certainly can’t do and you probably can’t either, if you’re being really honest with yourself.

Jokes in jokes in jokes.

Jokes in jokes in jokes.

Realized I had used the word “ideation” non-ironically. Spent a good 5 minutes looking for a clip of Johnny Cash singing “What have I become my sweetest friend” in “Hurt.” 

This Korean facial mask’s instructions are totally a six word short story.

This Korean facial mask’s instructions are totally a six word short story.