"From what I see and hear, it’s safer to bet on a new iteration of This Town replacing the old one, and things proceeding much the same way—maybe with a few stuffy old decorations renovated or replaced. Because on any night when there’s an A-list, dressy, old-fashioned, lavishly catered affair for seventy-year-olds at Sally and Ben’s mansion, there’s something else going on, a couple of miles away. There, in a Columbia Heights group house or a Mount Pleasant apartment of a youngish rising star, a different kind of get-together is in the works, where you may find make-your-own rail drinks and revelers engaging in a rousing round or two of [...]
If you've got 40 bucks burning a hole in your pocket you could do worse than drop it on the Nancy Mitford history collection from New York Review Books. I mean, they've got some other nice collections, but I'd put my money on the Mitford. You know, assuming your other book needs have already been met.
David Rakoff's novel Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish is released today. Unfortunately the wonderful David verbed one of those things wrongly himself, and so can't be here to laugh at your reviews, but he'd definitely want you to buy it from a small independent bookstore or quite possibly steal it.
Vikram Seth's agent appears to be publicly litigating his book deal with Hamish Hamilton, an imprint of Penguin, an arm of Penguin Random House, a co-owned subsidiary of Bertelsmann and Pearson plc. (That's just fun to type.) According to the Mumbai Mirror, the hybrid publishing monster asked for their $1.7 million advance back. Seth's publication date was supposed to take place in 2013, and he has apparently not delivered A Suitable Girl, his poorly named sequel to A Suitable Boy, which came out TWENTY. YEARS. AGO. (How crazy is that.) Why? And how? What a fishy story. It's impossible to believe that any publisher won't just sit out the [...]
"At McNally Jackson, a bookstore in SoHo, three copies were in the store, but none had been sold as of Tuesday, said a bookseller, Matthew Wagstaffe." —Bloombergian Mini-Me Christine Quinn's memoir has had a rough first week, selling 100 copies. Kinda hoping that's how many people vote for her.
"We are THRILLED AND TICKLED BEYOND BELIEF to announce the launch of Lizzie Skurnick Books, your gateway to the best YA from the 1930s through the 1970s. Get ready: Starting this fall, we'll be publishing a novel a month for your pleasure, delectation, and book-collecting needs. For Fall 2013, join us in welcoming back novels from seven pioneers in the field: Y.A. greats Lois Duncan, M.E. Kerr, Ellen Conford, Lila Perl, Sandra Scoppettone and Berthe Amoss, and MacArthur 'genius' award-winner Ernest J. Gaines. " —Do this or I won't like you anymore.
In the early 80s, William F. Buckley, Jr. offered David Brooks a job at The National Review on the strength of Brooks' parody of Buckley in the undergraduate newspaper at the University of Chicago. ("Buckley spent most of his infancy working on his memoirs," etc.) Some five decades earlier, James Agee found himself in a parallel, if far less ideologically stable, arrangement.
As a serious undergraduate poet at Harvard, Agee helmed an ambitious and withering satire of Henry's Luce's Time in an issue of the Harvard Advocate that went comparatively viral. Like any mogul, Luce knew that it’s better to have someone in the building throwing bricks [...]
Remember at the beginning of the year when we were all, get on the Elena Ferrante bandwagon? Well, if for whatever reason you chose not to at the time, you should use this opportunity to take our advice and finally bandwagon it (it being Elena Ferrante), because her new one comes out soon (read the old one first) and [...]
So many books. So little time. Every day just brings more! Here's a handy guide to help you choose which new books today you should buy. All of these books are available at your local independent bookseller, including fine establishments like McNally Jackson! Or anywhere else you might care to buy books! Let's begin….
Pamela Erens' latest is a tale of two misfits at a fancy boarding school in 1979. The "heiress apparent" to James Salter, goes a blurb! This [...]
"It is, of course, possible that the anonymous tweets were part of a sneaky campaign by the publisher to get the story out."
Ken Hoinsky moderates is an active participant in the /r/seduction Reddit under the name of TofuTofu. There, he has posted a "seduction guide" for lonely guys who want to learn how to "become awesome" with women. Hoinsky has a lot of fans. Though he set out to raise $2,000 to prepare his book, Above The Game: A Guide To Getting Awesome With Women, for publication, by the time it closed his Kickstarter had raised over $16,000.
Nathan Rabin is a staff writer at the forthcoming site The Dissolve, which was formed with Pitchfork from the mass exodus from The A.V. Club, where he was head writer. Back in 2010, Rabin set out to write a book about Phish and Insane Clown Posse, two bands who are as ignored by the mainstream music world as they are adored by their fans. He followed Phish on tour that summer and then went to the Gathering of the Juggalos, ICP’s annual 4-day festival, finding both experiences to be intriguing but less than affecting.
Then, as they say, everything went wrong. Rabin went broke, lost a year’s worth [...]
A note in Barbara Pym's diary instructs: "Read some of Jane Austen's last chapters and find out how she manages all the loose ends." Next entry, a fairly typical one: "The Riviera Cafe, St. Austell is decorated in shades of chocolate brown. Very tasteless, as are the cakes." This was written in 1952. She was 38, had published two novels, Some Tame Gazelle and the resplendent Excellent Women, and was at work on the next. It had taken 15 years of dutiful revising and circulating it around for Some Tame Gazelle to find a publisher. During the rewrites she had tried to heed her agent's advice to "be more wicked, [...]
In Benjamin Anastas’s 2012 memoir, Too Good to Be True, he writes of how he viewed Farrar, Straus and Giroux when he was an unpublished writer "prone to bouts of romantic longing": "It was not just a publisher in my eyes. It was more like the Promised Land." A poet who had caught a glimpse of the office had once told him on a fire escape in Queens, "National Book Awards? They paper the fucking place. It’s like a shrine in there. You whisper."
A certain mystique, whether you buy it or not, surrounds FSG, publisher of 25 Nobel laureates since its first slate of titles appeared in 1946. [...]
Michael Paterniti's new book, The Telling Room: A Tale of Love, Betrayal, Revenge, and the World's Greatest Piece of Cheese, is his first since 2001's Driving Mr. Albert: A Trip Across America with Einstein's Brain. It's out next week, and is already available wherever you purchase books, be it Powells, Amazon, McNally Jackson, Barnes and Noble or a bookstore near you.
It's about cheese! "A wild and amazing ride," says George Saunders. "It made me want to move to Spain," says Elizabeth Gilbert. (Hee.) And: maniacally fun and discursive, says The Awl. How so? Here is a single footnote from the book. [...]
"Water, as they say, eventually finds its level," writes Adelle Waldman at a key moment in the excellent new novel, The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. The remark, on the surface, is a vindication of the hero's ambition to "make it" as a writer in New York, but appears also to refer at a deeper level to his apparent inability to find the right woman. In the course of the novel, Nate Piven will enjoy and/or despise the companionship of several women; just one of them will offer him real love, a meaningful connection rather than the shallow, calculating or convenient relationships that proliferate in the careerist turmoil of single [...]
"A man's guide on 'getting awesome with women' is being slammed as a how-to guide for rapists after disturbing excerpts of the yet-to-be published book were uncovered through social media."
"[S]uch pure pop storytelling that reading it is like hearing the best song of summer squirt out of the radio. Both the author and his subjects are so audacious that they frequently made me laugh out loud…. 'Even the dullest skyjacking made for scintillating copy. And the truly sensational ones were like gifts from the journalism gods.' Upon Mr. Koerner, those gods have smiled." —The New York Times kind of likes Brendan I. Koerner’s The Skies Belong to Us: Love and Terror in the Golden Age of Hijacking. For what it's worth, I do too.
"Tom Sharpe, who has died aged 85, was in the great tradition of English comic novelists and his bawdy style and vulgar approach were said to have made bad taste into an art form – like 'PG Wodehouse on acid', in the words of one critic. Sharpe did not start writing comic novels until 1971, when he was 43, but once he got going he gained a large readership. He was a huge bestseller whose hardback editions sold like most authors only sell in paperback." I will personally vouch for Blott On The Landscape, if you're unfamiliar with the work.