We're going to go out on a limb and bet that you'll never find yourself listening in on a conversation between these four people again. Thankfully, we've got it on tape. So here it is: this year's "Far Out Fiction" event from the 2011 BOSTON BOOK FESTIVAL.
Our own GENIE WILLIAMSON hosted Saturday's most talent-packed panel at Trinity Church.
There he was: DONNIE ANDREWS, whom most Wire-heads know as "the real Omar." (Even bigger Wire-heads will tell you that Omar is a composite, but Andrews is the biggest contributor to the aggregate.) He was explaining the irony of how, before his prison stint and conversion into a community activist, white women would clutch their handbags when he walked by.
Richard Russo and Andre Dubus III have a whole lot to say to each other. Here's some stuff they talked about last week that didn't make it into the original article.
The Boston Book Festival kicks off tomorrow night. I've made an itinerary for you, you lucky ducks.
You'll be happy to know that some people - or actually a lot of people - are still reading things other than Pop Eater. In fact they're reading books, lots of them, not to mention articles about people reading books, and books about articles about how we'll be reading books in the future.
Here at the Phoenix we're proud to be a big booster of the Boston Book Festival
Boston Book Festival organizers announced today that they've chosen
Richard Russo's story, "The Whore's Child," for Boston's second-annual
"One City, One Story" program.
Russo won the Pulitzer Prize for his novel, Empire Falls. He has written a number of other hilarious, touching novels, as well as one collection of short stores, The Whore's Child, from whence the titular story comes.
Press releases are rarely exhilirating. A notable exception: one I received this morning for Marty Beckerman's The Heming Way. My excitement had next to nothing to do with the book itself (though the tongue-in-cheek paean to Hemingway as a drunk, womanizing ubermensch could be amusing). No, it was the press release that did it: I read it all the way through.
Yesterday, the Chicago Tribune reported that the Ernest Hemingway Museum in Hemingway's home town of Oak Park, Il, has no plans to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of Papa's suicide, which will take place this July 2nd.
In years past, the museum has celebrated milestones such as Papa's 92nd birthday with a running of the bulls and his 100th with a Cuban-themed Fiesta del Hemingway
Gang of marauding E.B. White fans descend on the Phoenix offices.
What's more horrifying: empty shelves or rotting books?
Johnny Martorano. Whitey Bulger. The Boston Strangler. The Craigslist Killer. What do they have in common? All are the subjects of true-crime books from Boston-area writers: Howie Carr, Casey Sherman, and Michele McPhee. Together, they’ll freak out those assembled at the Somerville Theatre when they appear this Saturday as part of a night of true crime tales.?xml:namespace>
many, poetry slams are like open mike nights or not-drunk-enough
Karaoke: powder-kegs for some serious collective embarrassment. It
can be stifling, that shared awkwardness between strangers. You never
quite get used to it, the unease; what is that? Delusion? Social
subtext? A moment of unforgiving clarity? It's sort of like a mumblecore
sex-scene: you know awkward when you see it.
I had a little too much fun dumping some famous short stories into Wordle. For those unfamiliar with the site, it's a stylish word-cloud generator. The sizes of the words in the cloud indicate the frequency with which they're used in the given text.
The above is a Wordle of Hemingway's "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber
Clea Simon's Phoenix review of Wesley Stace's
Charles Jessold, Considered
as a Murderer has been chosen as "Review-a-Day" at Powells.com by the National Book Critics Circle. The NBCC provides "one exemplary review by a member each week" for posting at Powell's.