When I started out, an author friend warned me that publishing was a crazy business, and he was right. Ever since my first book was published in 1990, I've been seeing news items about one scary trend or another.
Currently, he haunts the Internet. He's constantly being quoted as saying encouraging, inspiring remarks your mother or your best friend might say to you when you're feeling miserable, or things you'd want on a thought-for-the-day calendar.
A lot of people swear by Goodreads. I swear at it. Often. It's a font of unsourced quotations, some of them fake, just like Wikiquotes. Take the line that tops the list of George Eliot quotes: "It is never too late to be what you might have been."
All of these works have enriched my life, and invite rereading, and I commend them to those who have not yet experienced Ed's help in shaping their thinking and the enjoyment that inevitably comes from reading his work.
Give it a try. Make it a goal to write every day (or almost every day or at least on a regular basis) in 2014. Write when it's early, write when it's late, write during your lunch hour, or your train commute, write whenever it suits you.
So desperate and hungry were people for accessible fiction that "speaks their language," they turned a bastardized Twilight f**kfest fan-fiction turnip into a pop culture phenomenon. Imagine how well something as sexy as a contemporary Tropic of Cancer or Lolita would do in this day and age?
Divorce is common enough these days that people are familiar with what an ugly and painful process it can be, which probably explains why most people wouldn't rush to see a movie about it in their free time
Onata Aprile is at the center of the film as Maisie, in an almost eerily natural, watchful performance. She always seems to be in the camera's focus, while the marital squabbles and romantic entanglements explode in the background.
Adapted and extrapolated from Henry James' novel of the same name, What Maisie Knew is a film that puts the audience right in the title character's world -- and forces it to experience it the way she does.
As someone whose heroes are almost exclusively literary, it is hard to describe the emotions I felt discovering the love affair that occurred in the summer and fall of 1851 between Emily Dickinson and Herman Melville.
What does a six-year-old girl understand about the tumultuous life of grown-ups? The new film, What Maisie Knew, asks that question. The movie is a gut-churning domestic drama about a turbulent divorce and its collateral damage.
It's as simple as this: If you've got a play called The Heiress, it's absolutely obligatory that whoever assumes the eponymous role is utterly persuasive. Unfortunately, that's not the case at the Walter Kerr.
For the James family, canning peaches was one way to keep that taste of summer all year round. Add a little brandy to the syrup before canning them, and you have an extra-special treat; spooned over ice cream, they were James' favorite dessert.
Anthony Lane has just written about The Portrait of a Lady. Although Lane is his usual charming self, things are different when he gets to Henry James. I hate to admit it even to myself, but I think I think he misses the point of James' novel.