Are you interested in the thoughts and lives of the bookish people of today? Don’t look any further and read the best interviews of the week.
Katherine Dunn and Porochista Khakpour both like writing about albino’s, so Lithub put them together.
I probably read Geek Love in 1996, not long after I started college at Sarah Lawrence, which was a super weird place. I was a scholarship kid from Pasadena, California, and really didn’t know where I had landed. A friend of mine from down the hall recommended Geek Love and said, “I think this is going to be your thing.” I read it in a weekend, feverishly.
Meg Wolitzer talks about her literary idol Mary McCarthy.
In addition to fearing, as a young person, that I lacked sophistication, I also feared that I lacked courage. It was hard for me to say something even mildly tough about someone else or their work; hard for me, generally, to be critical. McCarthy had no such trouble: She was, after all, a critic.
T.C. Boyle has a new novel out and Electric Literature talked to him about the reviews, film making and mental health issues.
I’m just concerned with individual cases here, I don’t know if schizophrenics will be stigmatized. Obviously the smallest percentage of schizophrenics are like Adam. My friend didn’t shoot anybody, you know. Actually the two schizophrenics I’ve known well are totally non-violent.
Although his book wasn’t well liked here, Adam Thirlwell turned into a critic himself, explaining why Ulysses maybe should have been banned.
Yes, it’s easy to laugh at the lawyers. But what if the lawyers were right? For the question that still needs to be answered, I think, is whether the arguments over the novel’s obscenity and obscurity were just temporary historical effects or whether they point to the essence of Joyce’s originality.
Jon Ronson from the recently published ‘So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed’ shares his favorite books.
I’m glad this is a theoretical question, because the chance of me hosting an actual literary dinner party is zero. My social introversion makes the thought horrific. I recently went to a party with the author Sarah Vowell, and after about 45 seconds we glanced at each other and quietly left. So: I’d invite Sarah Vowell and two other introverts. I guess Salinger and Pynchon. Then we wouldn’t have to have a dinner party at all.