The daily lowdown on books, publishing, and the occasional author behaving badly.
- Alice Munro, “master of the contemporary short story,” has won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the Royal Swedish Academy announced Thursday morning. The Nobel committee wrote in a press release that the Canadian author’s “texts often feature depictions of everyday but decisive events, epiphanies of a kind, that illuminate the surrounding story and let existential questions appear in a flash of lightning.” The award is given annually to “the person who shall have produced in the field of literature the most outstanding work in an ideal direction,” according to the will of prize founder Alfred Nobel.
- For the literary magazine n+1, Alice Gregory writes an utterly captivating essay about surfing (in a David Foster Wallace writing about tennis kind of way). She narrates, “Zach Wormhoudt, in green, is confidently zooming left on a wave when a mantle of foam suddenly obscures him. The wave he’s taken off on has collapsed, going from a dark, coherent form to chaos — messier and whiter and maybe even bigger than a cloud. We all gasp. About twenty seconds later, he bobs up like a rubber ball. I can’t make out his features from here, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was grinning.”
- PEN features a new poem by Sherman Alexie, “The Shaman of Ice Cream” (which plays with Wallace Stevens’ poem “The Emperor of Ice-Cream”). Alexie writes: “In his coffin, our father is cold to the touch /… He is a fossilized hive./ If I picked him up, I could shake him/ like a gourd rattle. / Let this goodbye be a death scream. / The only shaman is the shaman of ice cream.”
- Flavorwire runs excerpts from the diary of a teenage F. Scott Fitzgerald, who evidently developed his spelling skills later in life: “Finally Violet had a party which was very nice and it was the day after this that we had a quarrel. She had some sort of book called flirting by sighns and Jack and I got it away from Violet and showed it too all the boys. Violet got very mad and went into the house. I got very mad and therefor I went home. Imediatly Violet repented and called me up on the phone to see if I was mad. However I did not want to make up just then and so I slammed down the receiver.”
- Alexandra Schwartz reports on bookstore culture in France: “As online sales rise, Amazon has come to be seen in France as le mastodonte américain, the mammoth capitalist interloper rumbling across the Atlantic to trample on the delicacies of culture.”
- For NPR, Martha Woodroof delves into the complicated romance between author and agent: “Most book sales to major houses still are made through agents. So why, in this uncertain age dominated by the hunt for the next blockbuster, do agents even mess with first-time novelists? Because they fall in love.”
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