Monthly Archives: November, 2012

Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds

Some three years ago, I wrote a post here that touched on several things, including some satisfying book art, Joseph Cornell, and Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals, his book-length exploration of the reasons he became a vegetarian. (And where I once again prominently used the word “aleatory”—if only this were a drinking game!) I ended […]

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Random Acts of Books: Sam Sacks on Stocking the Shelves

Some people plan their dream wedding in great detail, furnish their dream home, or dress their dream children. Me, I stock my dream secondhand bookstore. So it was a treat to find a dreamy little Page-Turner piece by my Open Letters Monthly colleague (and Wall Street Journal Fiction Chronicle writer) Sam Sacks on what, exactly, […]

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The IMPAC Dublin Long Whateveritis

We’ve made it to the middle of November, and it is with a grateful sense of continuity that I direct your attention to the recently announced IMPAC Dublin Literary Award Longlist. Regular readers know that this is one of my favorite literary competitions for a number of reasons: The books are nominated by librarians worldwide […]

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Presenting Bloom

We’re delighted to announce the launch of Bloom, a new literary site devoted to highlighting, profiling, reviewing, and interviewing authors whose first book was published when they were age 40 or older. Bloom is also a community of artists and readers who believe that “late” is a relative term, not an absolute one, and who […]

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Present Shock: On Ubiquity and Doing Things in One’s Own Time

Remember Future Shock? I was a bit young for Alvin Toffler’s manifesto on the disorientations of technological change when it first came out, but when I finally got to it another 15 years down the line, it was still relevant. At the same time, though, I was young enough to feel deeply smug when I […]

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Open Letters Monthly, November 2012

I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see a new issue of Open Letters Monthly. In the first place, its presence in my house signified internet access, and therefore electricity and heat, which we had been doing without for nearly a week. But it also signified that time was, indeed, moving along. Usually […]

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