* Junot Diaz wins yet another award - this time, Barnes and Noble's Writers for Writers Award.
* Tan Zuoren, a Chinese literary editor, has appealed his five-year sentence for subversion.
The court said Mr. Tan faced the charges because of recent writings and a rally criticizing the government’s deadly suppression of the Tiananmen Square protests in 1989 were the reasons, but his supporters said the central government wanted to stop his investigation of fatal school collapses during the 2008 Sichuan earthquake.
* The Guardian Book Club looks at Peter Carey's magnificent Oscar and Lucinda.
* Bernard-Henri Levy has been caught with his pants down in a literary hoax that has everyone's tongues wagging. But John Crace recalls William Boyd's unforgettable Nat Tate hoax, surely the pinnacle of such entertainments. (And how excited are we to have a new Boyd galley staring down from the shelves?)
Tate was a creation of such imagination, such charisma and such depth that he almost couldn't not be real; not so much a hoax, more a literary game made flesh. "I'd been toying with the idea of how things moved from fact to fiction," says Boyd, "and I wanted to prove something fictive could prove factual. The plan had been to slowly reveal the fiction over a long period of time, but it didn't really work like that."
* On the exceedingly lame end of the hoax spectrum, the so-called stash of lost Salinger letters isn't.
* Alexandre Dumas' collaborator, Auguste Maquet, might finally have his moment in the sun thanks to a new film that looks at the partnership (albeit with some creative license).
* McSweeney's namesake has died at the age of 67.
* For all you bibliophiles, an awfully interesting interview on first editions with a vintage book appraiser, over at The Collectors Weekly.
* And finally, a belated link: the Updike Society recently took note of the first anniversary of their hero's passing. (Thanks to Dave Lull.)