http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/06/nyregion/06reading.html...
Even if they are wedged into a corner, New York's subway riders still manage to read. And they read just about everything.
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2009/03/30/090330sh_shouts...
Woody Allen penned a short story for The New Yorker about elderly New York Jews reincarnated as lobsters. Oh, and Bernie Madoff weasels his way in there, too. The irony, of course? Lobster is about as kosher as a nun covered in pig fat.
Culture Buzz These are the ten books that people are most likely to lie about having read, according to a survey by a pro-reading advocacy group in the UK. I have read 1, 3, and 5 on this list, and I lie about having read 10, because we had it in our bathroom for, like, a year, which is almost like my having read it.
I was just thinking about this book because my copy finally got too old and careworn to read properly. Isn't it funny how that happens with those novels that you read over and over again? Anyway, I'm ordering a new copy and thought I would share that with y'all in case you're in the mood for a good read.
Culture Buzz Aravind Adiga’s debut novel has won the Man Booker Prize in the U.K. The novel — about the extreme economic stratification of contemporary India — was a surprise winner to pundits and bet-takers alike. Expect to see it popping up on your subway commute/as part of your cocktail party conversation soon.
Culture Buzz The French author is the recipient of this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature. Sorry, Joyce Carol Oates! Maybe the Americans will have better luck next time.
Kids these days want erudite ink. The maladjusted youths of today are turning to the literary voices of generations past for tattoo art, and I’m on board. Who wouldn’t want such lamely dolorous words as those featured below scrawled on their body for all of eternity? I want this one.
Culture Buzz Dmitri Nabokov, son of Vladimir, has decided to publish The Original of Laura, the novel his dying father commanded be destroyed. Here’s a reminder that next time you write something you don’t want anyone else to read, you might want to think twice. That bastard child of yours might want to publish it after you’re dead!