Man, I can’t believe we lost Prince since the last time I wrote one of these things. Supposedly, he was working on a memoir too. I imagine that there is a treasure trove of unreleased music, and I do not envy his family having to sort through all the legality of his estate.
At Electric Literature, Jesmyn Ward, Mira Jacob, Alexander Chee, and other writers pay tribute to the magical Purple One. My favorite song of his is “Little Red Corvette,” but I admit to only having a dusty CD or two in my possession. I loved his music, but for some reason I never
Check out these rad 19th century book-art pages.
Hello again, Rioters! Time again to look at books, essays, and craft notes that have caught my eye.
I feel like I haven’t done a really solid “Here’s some great stuff from The Rumpus” roundup in awhile. Let’s take a look at those starred items:
The Rumpus Interview with Margo Jefferson (author of Negroland) by Dylan Foley “The Displeasure of the Table” by Toni Nealie, a wonderful essay about the close, tumultuous relationship we have with food, and the nostalgia involved. The Rumpus Interview with Sandra and Ben Doller by Maria Anderson — I admit the mention of Bozeman,
Greetings, Rioters! I’ve decided my bookmark folder containing links for you all needs a good clear-out, so let’s have a few days’ worth Note From Elsewhere goodness, shall we? YES! Time to catch up.
First up, we have a shedload of WR Author Updates that I’ve neglected to tell you about:
Logen Cure, whose poem “These Are My Best Gifts” first appeared here, now has a full chapbook out called Still.
Previously seen here reviewing Philip Glass’ Einstein on The Beach, Fred Skolnik has a new novel, Death.
Katie Cortese has a collection of flash fiction out, Girl Power and Other Short-Short Stories. Her story “Disappearing Act”
Hello, Rioters. It’s been awhile (again), but I’ve still been paying attention to all the interesting bookish things out there, so let’s jump right in to the links catching my eye since we last met.
I’ve had this Peter Doggett book in my to-read pile forever, and I think it’s time to finally start it.
First off, like nearly everyone, I’m saddened by the death of David Bowie. Here is Neil Gaiman‘s story, “The Return of The Thin White Duke,” which he calls, “unabashedly fan fiction.”
Speaking of fan fiction, some new authors have entered the public domain —
Greetings, Rioters. This week is primarily about the struggle and the hustle within our writing lives, but we’ve got some fun stuff too. Let’s get started.
Seems like everyone has thoughts on the Ann Bauer Salon essay about how her husband supports her writing life. Me? Here’s the short version: Chronic illnesses prevent me from holding a “regular” job, so I’m working around my health instead of a 9-5. The mister, who also does various creative things (including writing), is the one who has to work full-time (and then some) to support us and our two kids — for not a lot of
Greetings, Rioting friends! How are you on this fine Spring day? (If you day is not particularly fine, let us use some magical thinking and maybe tomorrow will be.)
First up we have several Word Riot author news/updates, so let’s get to it:
Jade Sylvan — whose poems “Redlight,” “A-Train,” and “Drunk Driving” have previously appeared here — has a book out with Write Bloody, Kissing Oscar Wilde. You can order it here.
Richard Kostelanetz, whom David Hoenigman interviewed here in 2009, recently had an exhibition in Milan dedicated to his work, a “bookstore” of sorts:
MORE WORDSHIP will host and sell all of
Look at this map of Literary London. Enlarge it over at Culture Label.
Greetings, all! I got back from the Montana Festival of the Book yesterday evening, and I am quite awash with good feelings/inspiration, so how about some new literary links?
Everyone was talking about Alice Munro winning the Nobel Prize in Literature. Short stories! A lady! Fantastic news all around.
In other lit award news, the Man Booker Prize will be announced on October 15. Here are a few related posts to peruse before the announcement:
First off, from now on, you don’t have to be from