There's a new literary camp in town. Litquake and the San Francisco Writers' Grotto have joined their wonder twin powers to form Lit Camp a literary writing intensive with representatives from McSweeney's, The Believer, ZYZZYVA and The Rumpus.
If every book is a "must-read," and "amazing," then how can people looking for suggestions take all this hyperbolic Tweeting and Facebooking seriously?
There's something special about finding, nestled among bills and glossy catalogs, a personal letter in the mail. The envelope may be wrinkled, smudged...
The Rumpus recently provided its members with a book of personal essays by women writers they have featured on their site. The contributors have mastered the form on the page and in performance.
A list of fiction writers that was, perhaps, missed by those on this side of the pond was the one in the UK Telegraph, which contains a determinedly multi-cultural list of 20 under 40, among whom my personal favorite is Rana Dasgupta.
The book is an immediately current, eye-opening look into the world of sado-masochism sex play that invites you to investigate the lives of your parents before they were your parents.
Dave Eggers has a new nonfiction book, Zeitoun, coming out in a few weeks, fast on the heels of Away We Go, a movie he co-wrote with his wife, Vendela...
I'm not defending Rick Warren. But if the worst thing that happens during the Obama presidency is that he lets a hate-mongering idiot speak at his inauguration I'll be ecstatic.