Archive for May, 2010
After this Library Journal panel write-up for our BEA 2010’s “You’re Reading That!?!—Tackling Crossover YA/Adult Readers” posted, I ran into my brother on the subway and was like, “Did you see? Did you see? I talked about you in my panel!” And he was like YEAH you called me NERDY. And I was like hello VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER FIVE TIMES. Seriously, though, everyone should read Jaws.
I have been without computer for two weeks and will soon be without for three months, but as a last little update, some recent work:
- Wherein I feel bad about bashing Elizabeth Edwards and bash Rielle Hunter
- Wherein I discourse upon Suzanne Collins, one of the Time 100
- Wherein I admire the Atlantic and scorn the iPad
- Wherein I am interviewed by the peerless Claire Zulkey
- Wherein BY DINT OF PODCAST I discuss future of publishing
See you in September, aka WINTERNET.
For those who stay abreast of such matters, the last few months of the Atlantic’s forays into fiction have been positively nail-biting. In November, the magazine announced it would be offering a subscription of two stories a month exclusively on the Kindle. As if to quell a possible uprising of the deviceless, they turned around and released the yearly print fiction issue to the entire subscriber base. This June, they’ll convene two panels on the topic of Fiction in the Age of E-books at Toronto’s Luminato Festival—presumably, one hopes, to settle the matter.
via The Millions.
Remaking society can take decades. But global rebellion is short work for sharpshooter Katniss Everdeen, who single-handedly foments a revolution in Suzanne Collins’s; blockbuster young-adult Hunger Games trilogy.
People are having sex at Yale?
Amorously enterprising Elis everywhere must forgive me if that was my first reaction to Salon’s Broadsheet columnist Tracy Clark-Flory, who pooh-poohs the university’s recent prohibition against faculty at Yale having sex with any undergraduate student, not just one of their own.
via Politics Daily.
Since the publication of “Game Change,” the revelations of a sex tape and the alarming photo accompaniment to Rielle Hunter’s GQ interview, we can safely say that dirt on the John Edwards scandal has entered an era of diminishing returns. America could handle the soap-worthy battle between a cancer-ridden wife and a wanton home-wrecker, but even the most salacious viewer knows that when the lady of the house takes off her pants and kneels next to the stuffed Elmo, it’s time to pick up your toys and go home.