* The tweet heard 'round the world. Alice Hoffman is the latest writer to wish for some sort of global undo button. We will never understand - and we oughtta know - why writers think there's an upside in taking on one's critics. (Though we kinda like Stanley Crouch's style ... )
* It's that wonderful time of the year - the winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is announced.
"Folks say that if you listen real close at the height of the full moon, when the wind is blowin' off Nantucket Sound from the nor' east and the dogs are howlin' for no earthly reason, you can hear the awful screams of the crew of the "Ellie May," a sturdy whaler Captained by John McTavish; for it was on just such a night when the rum was flowin' and, Davey Jones be damned, big John brought his men on deck for the first of several screaming contests."
* Hanif Kureishi on turning his second novel, The Black Album, into a stage play.
* Jens Petersen wins the Bachmann Prize for best German language novel.
* Maud Newton returns to give Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain another try.
* Apropos of nothing at all, just saying - a reporter on NPR tonight actually said "razed to the ground." If we tweeted, this is probably the sort of thing we'd tweet, but we don't, so it's stuck in here. Seriously. Razed to the ground.
* Making An Elephant, Graham Swift's collection of essays on writing, is reviewed in The Star.
"I find distasteful the idea that writers are on a permanent reconnaissance trip, one eye always on the lookout for what might fuel their work, he retorts.
* Lloyd Lockhart, the last man to interview Hemingway, has died at 89.
* And, finally ... Michael Bay ... James Frey ... the headlines just sort of write themselves, don't they?