Will the iPad Change Publishing? Ask The Atlantic
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.
Suzanne Collins – The 2010 TIME 100
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.
Ivy Love: Why Students Really Shouldn’t Sleep With Their Professors
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.
Rielle, Oprah and Zen: Americas Truth-Off
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.
In today’s movies, girls in peril face many horrors
At first blush, the heroines of the films “Precious,” “New Moon” and “The Lovely Bones” seem to have little in common — except that they all started out as characters in novels.
Precious is an abused, teenage mother who can barely read. “New Moon's” Bella is a vampire-in-waiting who lives to be courted by a glittering heartthrob of the undead. Susie, the narrator of “The Lovely Bones,” is the product of the kind of suburban idyll for which Kodachrome was invented.
Yet despite these diverging narratives, these girls are deeply, sweetly ordinary. All three want to feel comfortable with what they see in the mirror. All three want the boy they like to kiss them. All three would prefer not to be social outcasts, all three want happy family lives and all three will never, ever get any of these things.
‘Staying True’? Most Marriage Memoirs Do Anything But
Like Elizabeth Edwards' “Resilience,” scorned-wife screeds are most pertinently a thinly veiled opportunity to bash an ex's paramour. (Edwards' book might as well have been illustrated by a photo of her giving Rielle Hunter the finger.) And, like many conjugal postmortems, “Resilience” also loses its authority by trafficking in a deeply implausible transcendence. You'd find it a lot easier to buy Claire Bloom's “Leaving a Doll's House” or Mia Farrow's “What Falls Away” were those literary f-yous not directed entirely at the gentlemen in question.
via Politics Daily.
Pregnancy Is Not the Public’s Business
When should you have a baby?
I ask not because I am planning one of my own (sorry, Mom!) or because, as I creak over the midpoint of my 30s, I can't weigh the risks and drawbacks for myself. It's not even that I care what you think. But between the Super Bowl's controversial Tim Tebow ad, Lifetime's highest-rated debut ever, “The Pregnancy Pact,” Rielle Hunter's very public child-support woes, and a flood of recent other online, onscreen and on-page debates, I've finally realized that even if the question is moot (like, 20 years moot), a woman is still expected to offer it up for general discussion.
via Politics Daily.
The End of Single Women
Given our culture’s fascination with getting to the happily ever after, why is it always so unsatisfying to hear from someone already there? Is it that details prized from the circumspect spouses are almost belligerent in their banality? (See Michelle Obama on Barack’s morning breath.) That the narratives themselves are so ludicrously one-gendered? (When’s the last time you saw a husband wrestle in print about a marital bed he still enjoys?) Or that a genuinely frank admission peskily seems always to herald a union’s complete demise? (Commence countdown on the wife half of the recent Times piece who admitted in the first paragraph to hating French kissing.)
via The Daily Beast.
Fatherhood Gets Hip
Jonathan Safran Foer has a son. He’s notthe Son, I don’t think, although I might be forgiven for doing so. Because even though it is generally agreed that we are living in a child-centered moment, Eating Animals, the Everything Is Illuminated author’s somewhat reheated contribution to the recent spate of ruminations on flesh eating (verdict: don’t), is a singular entry in the annals of parenting literature—bypassing a now-commonplace obsession with one’s offspring to head straight to sanctification.
via The Daily Beast.
Saint or Monster, Elizabeth Edwards Isn’t the Issue
With all due respect, I could not disagree more with the notion that Elizabeth Edwards has her priorities straight.
As the globe knows, the past few years have been particularly unkind to her: she got terminal cancer, learned of her husband's affair, and then got the shattering news that he'd fathered a child with the other woman.
via Politics Daily.
What Tiger’s Mom Saw
Whether Elin simply chose a convenient moment when both matriarchs were already on the premises or had convened them there for that specific purpose, having Tida and Barbro present for the fight was likely neither an inconvenience nor a coincidence. The Swedish model, a former nanny, was just engaging in time-honored strategy known to all caretakers of the young: When a child is misbehaving, sometimes the only way to get them back in line is to utter the ultimate threat:
I’m calling your mother.
Rise of the Alpha Female
One of the more tedious aspects of the recent spate of alpha males behaving badly has been the experts who’ve covered, like faint mold, every scandal with their hoary theories about Why Men Cheat. For every skank on speed-dial, it seems, there is a shelf of studies explaining why some primo husband has bent to her appeal. Outsized ego, insecurity, hubris, and a complete disconnection from reality are big—if diametrically opposed—contenders. But the most popular theories take us back to the savannah, where troglodytes in the know sought out the dewiest, most puffy-lipped cave ladies to carry on their line. The widely held conclusion: Powerful men aren’t weak, they’re savvy. And cheating isn’t endemic—it’s evolutionary.
I’m Team Tsing Loh: Whither Germaine Greer, Indeed?
I sometimes wonder if the rise of the Professional Parent — scouter of nursery schools, researcher of fashionable slingwear, proselytizer of low -VOC paint — is a backlash against the one, brief era in which women began to officially consider themselves outside the roles of wives and mothers. Because while the antics of the Professional Parent can be dreadfully humorous — witness the baby consultant — there is something disturbingly regressive, and positively fear-mongering, in this idea that yet again, it all hangs on the mother.
Same Old Story: Best-Books Lists Snub Women Writers
I, female, longtime book critic, longtime lover of males, writers, and male writers, must nonetheless point out an inconvenient truth: It has been a very strong two years for female writers and a weak two years for male ones, and the fact that the latter have garnered unseemly armfuls of praise and prizes for their tepid output is a scandal.
Sometimes, a Doll is Just a Doll
Some of you may remember the “Bewitched” episode in which Darren’s white clients visit on Christmas and give Tabitha a white doll, her black friend a black doll, and a baby whose parentage they cannnot quite discern a stuffed panda. Darren and Samantha gently rebuke the couple for their racial absolutism, and as the show closes, the baby clutches the black doll, Tabitha plays with the panda and the black girl with the white doll. (Or does the black girl get the panda? This is why I would have failed the LSATs: “If three children have a panda, a white doll and a black doll to share, and each can't play with their cultural signifier…”)