— Jorge Luis Borges, “There Are More Things”
“I defy any New Yorker with a beating heart not to cry.”
This is perhaps an opportune moment to mention that former-children’s book editor and filmmaker extraordinare, Heather Quinlan, is working on a documentary about the ‘86 Mets. It’s the Project of the Day at Kickstarter.
She is a testament to the wonders we can achieve if we just get out of publishing.
In addition to several of the champion Mets, she has Chuck Schumer, Rudy Giuliani, and Charles Grodin signed up to chat on camera. And for the literarily inclined, she has Paul Auster sharing his memories of the series. It’ll be fun for the whole family.
She’s within striking distance of her $50,000 goal with only 3 days left.
If you can, donate, won’t you?
Not really the brand of luggage to inspire travel confidence.
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”