Julia Child called an elderly French food critic a "didactic meatball." Oh, snap!
I came across this terrific burn while reading Saveur. They published an excerpt of As Always, Julia, a new book that collects the letters sent between Julia Child and lifelong friend / unofficial literary agent, Avis DeVoto.
The title of New Yorker critic Alex Ross’s new book, Listen to This (Farrar, Strauss and Giroux), takes its name from an essay about the discovery by this “classical music purist” of pop music via Sonic Youth and Pere Ubu as a Harvard undergraduate. Programming avant-garde classical music at the school’s WHRB-FM, Ross began hanging out with the noise-punk crowd at the Record Hospital show
Based on an informal survey of local booksellers, I predict that Nicole Krauss' third novel, Great House, is a shoo-in to win the National Book Award. Her Friday reading at the Brookline Booksmith will be the last stop on her U.S. tour.
I finished Great House this weekend while on queasy bus rides to and from New York City.
I just got my copy of Rich People Things from O/R Books, and boy am I excited. Compiled from Bookforum/The Baffler editor Chris Lehmann's series of the same name on The Awl, each chapter begins with a charming illustration from Peter Arkle, then takes on a different marker of class privilege and rips it apart. Targets include Malcom Gladwell (whose illustrated fro is composed of tiny dollar signs), Ayn Rand, and the iPad.
"What an amazing building," says DAVID RAKOFF, gazing around at the historic Trinity Church in Copley Square. "I'm going to besmirch it with filth."
Thus began his reading from "Isn't It Romantic," one of the essays in his recent Half Empty. Perhaps you're not familiar with it, but you should be: an epic, bawdy, and dead-fucking-on takedown of the musical Rent, an "insidious middle class lie" that has somehow became more untouchable than 9/11.