Ian McEwan pulls a Kaavya Viswanathan?
The Times reports today that author Ian McEwan is under scrutiny for passages in his bestselling Atonement that bear striking similarity to those from a memoir by romance novelist Lucilla Andrews, who died last month from cancer. The lines in question regard medical procedures -- check out McEwan’s take: “In the way of medical treatments, she had already dabbed gentian violet on ringworm, aquaflavine emulsion on a cut and painted lead lotion on a bruise.
SO LONG, AND GOOD LUCK
Edward R. Murrow hosted the first This I Believe radio program in the 1950s, which he introduced by musing, “What truths can a human being afford to furnish the cluttered nervous room of his mind with, when he has no real idea how long a lease he has on the future?” So very Murrow.
It’s not that THOMAS CAHILL writes the Reader’s Digest version of history, but he does have the ability to cut through the doldrums of thesis speak and sprinkle in more than a few pop-culture comparisons. Mysteries of the Middle Ages: The Rise of Feminism, Science, and Art from the Cults of Catholic Europe offers an accessible journey through the development of early Roman Catholic thought.
It Came from Below the Belt is a book by Bradley Sands that falls into the fiction genre known as bizarro. It features a human-swallowing giraffe, time travel, and a penis with presidential hopes. Earlier this month, Bradley read at the Coolidge Corner Theatre as an opener to one of their midnight movie screenings.
O.J.'s gag-inducing memoir If I Did It will not be in book stores. His interview with Judith Regan will not be broadcast on Fox, and the network loses an inch or two off its usual douchbaggishness. But best of all, the entire publishing industry gets to feel like moral code makers for a day. We rejoice.
LISA MOORE has already paid her dues in Canada, what with being a bestselling author and a columnist for the Toronto Globe & Mail. Now, she makes her American debut with Alligator, which follows 17-year-old Colleen, who dreams of becoming an eco-terrorist, Colleen’s grief-stricken mother, Beverly, and her career-obsessed Aunt Madeleine.
Nothing better to start our Monday than this SNL parody of departing Seventeen mag editor Atoosa Rubenstein gobbling makeup and telling teen girls to stop eating for charity. (via Gawker)
Frequent readers of this literary blog know that we are somewhat, ehem, fixated and irrevocably OBSESSED with the Harry Potter series and its accompanying films. While the books have never failed to disappoint us, we've had lots of issues with the movies -- especially the last one, Goblet of Fire. Don't get us started.
In between trying really hard not to nod off (whoever cranked up the heat at the Brattle, heads up -- it was hella sweaty in there), we took a general sense of great pleasure in sitting in a big room full of New Yorker dorks last night. Ah, NYer-heads are a great breed. The jolly Matthew Diffee, Drew Dernavich, Eric Lewis, and we <3 him long-time Phoenix cartoonist David Sipress were on hand to showcase the cream of their crap.
Hey, wanna hear something absolutely repulsive?
Via The Book Standard:
"Simpson is indeed publishing a book, O.J. Simpson: If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened, which will be released on Nov. 30, the New York Times reported yesterday. Fox will also take advantage of the scandal by broadcasting two one-hour interviews with Simpson during the last week of sweeps, on Nov.
Aside from the Steve Almond/James Joyce dirty business at Great Scott that Nina will be attending (and we can't wait to hear what she thinks of Almond's recitation), here are four more options for your Wednesday. Two of them are naughty omg!
How did Tom Brady go from being a sixth-round draft pick to the Patriots’ star quarterback and one of football’s most celebrated players? Ah, the warm-fuzzy story of the underdog.
In letters to his wife Nora, James Joyce addresses her as “my naughty little fuckbird,” “my little cuntie,” and “my sweet little dirty farter.” And that’s the G-rated stuff. Tomorrow night, Steve Almond (who else?) leads a reading of Joyce’s filthy letters with a team of local writers and musicians; Hallelujah the Hills frontman Ryan Walsh, Hands and Knees, and the Juliet Kilo provide musical interludes to the literary raunch. That's at Great Scott, 1222 Comm Ave, in Allston.
In the spirit of politics and exhaustion, today's Publisher's Lunch newsletter threw another hissy over this brief New York Times piece on Barack Obama's "surprise best seller," entitled The Audacity of Hope.
Says the Times:
"But its rapid rise to the No. 1 spot on the New York Times nonfiction list next Sunday, placing the author, the freshman Democratic senator from Illinois, ahead of heavyweight authors like John Grisham, Bill O’Reilly and even Bob Woodward, is something of a publishing stunner."
THE HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST
Not everybody hearts AMY SEDARIS (particularly reviewers of her latest film, Strangers with Candy), but we’ve been glued to the trajectory of her career ever since reading about her bizarre lifestyle in brother David’s essays. Amy’s first solo book project, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence, harks back to the days when a hostess’s duties were “charmingly old-fashioned, like courtship or back-alley abortions.
Seventeen EIC Atoosa Rubenstein is leaving the girlie rag to "launch her own teen-centered Web business, write a book and start a consulting firm specializing in the youth market."
We don't mourn her departure, seeing as we stopped reading Seventeen when we were 13, and realized that life would never been as bubble gum sweet as its editors kept saying it could be.