It’s the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s death and the bookish internet has exploded in […]
No Backstage Pass for Me, Thanks
When I was in junior high, I took a typing class (yes I am that […]
Reading in the Winter of Our Discontent
Normally, I don’t think too hard about why I read what I do because I […]
You Can’t Write Literature
In his Nobel acceptance speech (which he did not deliver in person), Bob Dylan compared […]
I hate you (in fiction)
There have been a lot of interruptions in my reading lately. First, there was the […]
Where my critics at?
While reading Amy Hungerford’s article “On Refusing to Read,” which described how curiously blind literary […]
She Probably Meant Well; Or, Writing Other Cultures
It turned out to be an odd bit of serendipity that I read The Good Earth […]
The Bookish Gamble; Or, Keep Publishing Weird
Profits from 20 percent, maybe even 10 percent, of books support the 80 percent or […]
Warm Fuzzies for a Shitty Week
It’s been an awful week, for the United States, for the world. Opening my Facebook […]