10 ways to celebrate banned books week.
A literary map of Manhattan, where “imaginary New Yorkers lived, worked, played, drank, walked and looked at ducks.”
And here’s another literary map (see above), this one a little simpler but no less pretty.
The Chronicle Review thoughtfully answers the question: what are books good for?
Have writers always gone to college?
Think your day job is awful? Try these:
“I worked the night shift for a dating/matchmaking service before it was done by computers. Had to go to the homes and apartments of depressed and lonely people who called at 2 in the morning and wanted to find out how to meet a mate. Had to keep calling in to the main office so they knew I hadn’t been ravaged. Never would tell me if they actually had matches for the women. I didn’t interview any men that would have been dateworthy. Quit as soon as I sold a short story.”
“Singing birthday/anniversary/congratulation tunes to total strangers in a gorilla suit. (The only way it could have been worse was if they’d made me wear the Tarzan loincloth, but I didn’t have the abs for it.)”
More bad day job for writer stories here.
