A 10th anniversary edition of David Foster Wallace’s juggernaut of a novel Infinite Jest is being released in November. (Amazon lists the date as November 13). And according to the Howling Fantods, the premiere site for all things DFW, Dave Eggers wrote the forward.
In other DFDubs news, John Krasinski, the 26 year-old Newton native who plays Jim on The Office, is making a movie based on Wallace’s short story collection Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (which includes the story “Forever Overhead,” which I read as a 13 year old in the Best American Fiction anthology of 1992; I fell hard for DFW after that).
The jig is up, Barrino. We've never been all that fond of you, but this stuff isn't helping your rep:
1. The AI winner confessed to Kim Green, who ghost-wrote Barrino's biography, Life is Not a Fairy Tale (Simon & Schuster), that she couldn't read or write (or review Green's chapters in progress for accuracy, etc.
Relax, Tim Gunn, it's just fashion!
Holler! Pardon the semi-sporadic postings up in here. Now that it's fall and Boston is a city again, there's ohsomuch more to do. Of late, we've been buried underneath an imposing stack of press releases that doesn't ever seem to get smaller -- though it does include some delicious upcoming author appearances that we'll obvs let you know about asap.
Young Catherine Earnshaw: The Kristen Cavalleri of Yorkshire Moors: The Real Victorian England
Emily Brontë has a powerful heart of darkness
Via Blog of a Bookslut:
Jaemie Gallie of the Yorkshire Post reports that Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë's classic Victorian love story, is being adapted into a comic
Sick of the endless Snakes on a Plane hype? Us neither! Which is why you really ought to spend your morning learning everything possible about Snakes on a Book.
"They say you cannot judge a book by its cover, but what if your summer read is bound in snakeskin?
Most people would not relish opening a book wrapped in cobra or python skin, especially with the summer’s big movie Snakes On A Plane expected to remind us that snakes are one of the animal kingdom’s least popular critters."
How'd we miss this? On Wednesday The Guardian UK ran Lionel Shriver's infuriating diatribe on "vapid" computer-generated book covers.
While we're not familiar with the author's work, we've decided to
pre-judge and say that we pretty much hate her already. Especially for
lines such as these:
This half of Word Up is a little bit consumed with the whole Harry
Potter...everything. And we're having serious withdrawal issues this
summer since there's no 19438328289 lb. new book to carry around and
sink our teeth into. Really, we EAT Harry Potter books.
They taste like crumpets. With jam. Jolly good!
The United Nations Education, Scientific, and Cultural Organization
(UNESCO) monitors both the number and type of books published per
country per year. In 2005, the US shelved 172,000 new books. We only
came in second to the UK, which printed a total of 206,000.
With numbers like that it's no surprise to anyone -- especially
struggling writers -- that landing a book deal, or even just scoring an
agent, has gotten harder than debuting a number one pop single without ever having released a record
We're delighted to regurgitate the completely phenomenal news that
the snarky ladies behind one of our favorite blogs, the most
triumphant Go Fug Yourself, have just landed book deal worth at least a quarter of the total value of Sienna Miller's capri leggings collection:
Publisher's Marketplace reports the sale of "Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan's The Fug Awards,
fashion critiques of celebrity outfits from the authors of a popular
website, to Jeremie Ruby-Strauss at Simon Spotlight Entertainment, in a
good deal, by Scott Hoffman at Folio Literary Management (NA)."
"I woke up as the
sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the
strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was -- I was far away
from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd
never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside and the creak of the old
wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and
I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was
for about fifteen strange seconds."
Word Up approved lit-links for your case of the Mondays:
*This half of Word Up doesn't buy as many comics as she used to, but
check out Galley Cat's intellectually exhaustive coverage of San Diego's Comic-Con Festival. Holler, tons of important, extremely famous people got their geek on (including Sameul L.
It's not just Tom Cruisazy's game
anymore. Katie's looking rough, and we haven't seen so much as the
tiniest glimpse of their L. Ron Hubbard-approved lovechild Suri, but now we've got the insider info on Thomas Pynchon's sixth novel, Against the Day, due in December from Penguin Press.
This is the stuff of dreams! The internerd's crazy Pynchon cult has
got its collective groupie panties in a twist over the
author's not-so-anonymous Amazon.