T.S. Eliot reads Prufrock, accompanied by Portishead.
Several months ago, Sheila Heti launched a troika of websites dedicated to tracking dreams featuring our three presidential candidates. Well, with the conclusion of primary season, she has rolled up the carpet with 333 posted dreams to her credit. And she ends with a 52-page report by "the highly notable dream researcher, Dr. Robert Van de Castle." You can find the full report here.
The Phoenix Mars lander has touched down safely and is returning photographs. Wow.
(Photo courtesy of NASA, JPL, Caltech, U of A, Reuters)
Absolutely hilarious, especially given the last month around here ... (Thanks, Keith.)
Yes, it is turning into one of those lost days around here, but this is excruciatingly funny. (Via)
Rien a faire ...
Another morning of productivity lost thanks to Frank Wilson, who directs us to the Imperial War Museum's virtual exhibition on Ian Fleming and James Bond.
Tayari Jones has organized an amazing Ebay fundraiser to benefit survivors of the Dunbar Village atrocity. You can bid on manuscript critiques by George Saunders and Laila Lalami (not together, obviously), a host of signed first editions and other cool items. Go, bid and help the victims of this horror.
The Independent's recent article christening yet another genre - Hic Lit (drinking memoirs) - got us thinking about what's left and what's to come, and we decided to get out ahead of as many remaining "lits" as possible:
Brick Lit - Back-breaking tomes. (See Infinite Jest, Rising Up and Rising Down.)
Schtick Lit - Footnotes, characters named for colors, and other look-at-me machinations. (See Special Topics in Calamity Physics and, again, Infinite Jest.)
Mick Lit - The literature of Ireland. (See Banville, John and Ruland, Jim.)
Slick Lit - Polite, correct fiction, polished to a high sheen. (See Bridge of Sighs.)
Hick Lit - The fiction of Richard Ford (See A Multitude of Sins)
Lick Lit - Sapphic fiction. (See Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.)
Nick Lit - Books stolen from other books. (See How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life)
Prick Lit - Novels written by (Insert the Angry Young Literary Man of your choice.) Also novels with unpleasant protagonists. (See Lolita and the fiction of Richard Ford.)
Sick Lit - Novels calculated to shock or revolt. (See Fight Club)
Thick Lit - Tales of the weight-challenged. (See She's Come Undone.)
Vick Lit - Novels of animal cruelty. (See Julius Winsome.)
Quick Lit - Novels turned out with alarming frequency. (See His Illegal Self, and Oates, Joyce Carol.)
Please feel free to add your own "lit" selections in the comments box below. Best suggestion will win something, probably a book to be determined.
Although the gang at Abebooks failed to talk to our favorite inked author, their piece on tattooed writers remains worth checking out.
Irving, indeed, has two tattoos. A maple leaf can be found on his left shoulder - the author of The World According to Garp and The Hotel New Hampshire is an American but he married a Canadian, and the leaf is for her. On Irving's right arm is a wrestling mat - of course, wrestling is his great passion and a recurring theme in his novels.
He became interested in tattoos while researching A Widow For One Year. Irving then conducted extensive research into tattoo culture for Until I Find You, visiting dozens of tattoo parlours. The central character, Jack, in Until I Find You has a tattoo artist for a mother and a tattoo addict for a father.
In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.