Panels! Meetings! Parties! Hangovers! That's right, it's BEA again and we are outta here. (And if we meet you and momentarily blank on your face, please forgive us - we're horrible with face recognition but once it's clicked, we'll remember absolutely everything about you.) Reports to follow whenever internet access becomes available. Until then, here's a meatier-than-usual collection of links to entertain you ...
* Orhan Pamuk insists he's not a writer in exile. He's just living somewhere else to, you know, avoid those people who want to kill him.
* Pop Matters looks at On Chesil Beach.
* Wil they call them "McBooks"? USA Today is entering the publishing game.
USA Today, which is published by Gannett Co., said Tuesday it signed licenses with six U.S. book publishers to extend its brand.
The agreements will include books on various subjects branded with USA Today and featuring graphics and content from the country's biggest paper by circulation.
* Talk about pre-apocalytpic: Oprah's Cormac McCarthy interview is nigh.
* The Commonwealth Prize has been awarded to New Zealand's Lloyd Jones.
The award - which recognises writers born in former British colonies - earns Jones £10,000 in prize money.
Mister Pip was described by the chair of the judging panel, the Hon Justice Nicholas Hasluck, as a "mesmerising story" which showed "how books can change lives in utterly surprising ways".
* Some very noteworthy bits in the current New Yorker ... New fiction by TEV favorite William Trevor ... this charming podcast by John Colapinto on interviewing Paul McCartney when he's sixty-four ... and Louis Menand struggles with the novels of Michael Ondaatje.
* M. Allen Cunningham's Rilke novel Lost Son reviewed in the Oregonian.
Cunningham's writing is beautiful and fluid. I found myself torn, lingering over passages and yet eager to rush on. The same is true for his much-praised first book, "The Green Age of Asher Witherow," a compelling historical novel set in a coal mining town in late 19th-century Northern California. For a writer not yet 30, Cunningham has achieved a mature style and authentic voice in "Lost Son." He shows how Rilke cultivated the sense of dislocation that fostered his best work, especially during the years he lived in Paris "namelessly alone," witnessing the terrifying scenes he would mold into the feverish visions of his alter ego Malte, the Prodigal Son, "a man who didn't want to be loved."
* At the Denver Post, David Milofsky reflects on the next generation of great American writers.
* John Banville's excellent second novel Birchwood is about to be reissued.
* Dept. of Handy: We always just called him "Chuck What's-his-name-writes-those-hyper-macho-thingys."
* Samir El-Youssed, Mohsin Hamid and Gabriel Vasquez discuss complexity in fiction at Hay-Upon-Wye.
Otis' characters inhabit unlovely corners of the city — barbecuing at a dingy condo, dallying in a Van Nuys parking lot, renting an apartment underneath a hillside garage and having sex in a basement storage closet. Two teens climb a huge cement tank in the middle of Hollywood, unseen. These are invisible people in pockets of the city that go underchronicled.
* This week's installment at Writers' Rooms - Edna O'Brien.
* And, finally, some awfully good tunes from an old friend.
We'll update when we can from NYC. Sit tight.