AWP (Association of Writers & Writing Programs) 2012 Conference Schedule
We hacked a high-ranking AWP official’s cell phone and found a copy of the prestigious literary conference’s 2012 schedule. Events include: Pregret: Living a Life Ripe for Memoir, Working with Child Editors, and a reading from MFA candidates at Oral Roberts University.
Life Sentences – William H. Gass
A man in his library, padding from shelf to shelf, drifting from book to book, running his fingers along dusty spines, maybe reading a sentence or two before moving on — if this sort of belles-lettristic languor strikes your fancy, then Life Sentences might be for you.
From Combray to Hollywood: Remembrance of Cakes Past
Either this guy really likes cakes or there’s something else going on here.
Beating a Horse That Will Never Die
Sometimes, when I’m two tumblers of wine in and the only thing on television is a Jonas brother, and the page in front of me is blank, and I don’t have anything to write about, I default to my favorite blog topic — “what horrible thing has Amazon done lately?”
How do we protect ourselves from ourselves, if we don’t look at what we’ve done?
YOU DON’T DESERVE KRAFTWERK TICKETS
If you have a job where you make enough money to blow over a grand on a concert ticket, I hate you. If your parents give you that kind of cash to spend on concerts, I hate you even more. You don’t deserve to see Kraftwerk. Here’s why.
These men in their expensive suits, stabbing each other quietly in the back, are Le Carré’s satirical metaphor for the decay of England after the fading of the Empire.
Insistently postmodern, Coriolanus is first and foremost a meta-film, a film about the way in which representation constitutes reality as much as it reflects it.
The book does for the novel what modal jazz did for soloists: uncouple your improvisations from a rigid structure, radically simplify your range, and you’ll be shocked to hear how good this new freedom sounds.
The Flight of Gemma Hardy – Margot Livesey
Livesey takes some of the fire out of Brontë’s novel without fully justifying her milder, more sentimental take.