Authors need exercise. Click clickety clacking around a keyboard is not enough.
It's easy to forget as we hover over our hands, slowly working with the forces of gravity to sculpt our spines into bananas, that we really need to move around.
Pushing around 90,000 words of copy...
D.B. Cooper was one hygenic getaway artist. Aboard Northwest Orient 305, the flight he hijacked and jumped out of 40 years ago, Cooper was extremely cautious about, if not obsessed with avoiding, leaving his fingerprints on anything he touched.
He'd written his original ransom note in black, felt-tip pen. He...
The Story of My Teeth, on every level, is obsessed with artifice and the slipperiness of identity. Now translated by Christina MacSweeney, in collaboration with Luiselli, the book mimics her own play with authorial identity. In the book, Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, also known as Highway, claims to be writing a “dental autobiography,” though the question of whose words we’re actually reading later becomes complicated.
by no less than Chinua Achebe, to be a colonialist, ultimately racist piece of writing about Africa and indigenous peoples who are little understood