“Useless, useless.” —John Wilkes Booth
Listen to James Salter read (Booker-winning!) Lydia Davis’s “Break It Down.”
We sort of would have assumed this, but apparently it took a Manhattan federal judge to declare that unredeemed Borders gift cards are, in fact,
worthless. (Sorry, everyone whose bar and bat mitzvahs I attended!)
Oh dear. Poet
David R. Morgan has confessed to multiple instances of plagiarism. (He says he’s “deeply sorry.”)
Meet
Rosamunde Pilcher. In her native England, “the eighty-eight-year-old is regarded as a successful, if stylistically limited, writer of romantic novel. In Germany, she is nothing short of a national heroine—Julian Fellowes, Colin Dexter, and Ealing Studios rolled into one. More than one hundred of her love stories, set in Cornwall and Devon, have been turned into television films, all shot on location—but with German actors—and invariably aired on Sunday afternoons.”
Published on May 24, 2013 06:45