Posts Tagged ‘George R.R. Martin’
October 7, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“I would love to write some music for Game of Thrones … I’ve written a bunch of poetry about it—one for each other characters. On Jon Snow … On Arya … On Cersei and Jaime.” Stevie Nicks in Westeros.
“I never really expected that this would go on this long and become such a focus, but I’m happy it has.” Walter Skold, the founder of the Dead Poets Society of America, has visited the graves of three hundred, well, dead poets.
Happy birthday, Book Riot.
“In my mid-adolescence, my friend Terry Martin and I became obsessed with William F. Buckley. This makes more sense when you realize that we were living in Bible Belt farming country miles from civilization. Buckley seemed impossibly exotic. We used to go into Toronto and prowl the used-book stores on Queen Street looking for rare first editions of The Unmaking of a Mayor and God and Man at Yale. To this day I know all the great Buckley lines.” Malcolm Gladwell, by the book.
September 18, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“Walter White is a bigger monster than anyone in Westeros.” —George R. R. Martin
May 20, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“A large number of literary females are excellent needle-women, and good housewives.” Etiquette for dealing with the authoress, from 1854.
You might see the headline “5 Books with Awful Original Titles” and think, Oh, how bad can they be? And then you read the list.
George R. R. Martin enjoyed the new Gatsby. In case you were wondering.
Meanwhile, Joyce Carol Oates takes to Twitter to discuss the experience of media. “If you are a writer, only writing really engages your concentration & excitement—even reading is a relatively passive activity.”
May or may not be competent needle-woman.
April 26, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“The girls adored him and crowded out the benches, lying on the boards at his feet as there was no room to sit. He got them excited and, it was said, your best chance of seducing one was the afternoon of a Lewis lecture on medieval romance, the subject of his most famous academic work, The Allegory of Love.” C. S. Lewis, unlikely wingman.
Nude tree-climbing and fruit flies: peculiar practices of great writers.
George R. R. Martin unleashes his wrath on the New York Jets.
Don DeLillo has won the first Library of Congress Prize for American Fiction.
Win a Žižek tote bag!
September 7, 2011 | by Sadie Stein
A study finds that reading fiction may improve empathy.
Carol Ann Duffy: “Poems are a form of texting.”
The Man-Booker shortlist is announced. Herewith, a cheat sheet.
Philip Schultz: “[My tutor] worked with me to try to teach me how to read, without any success at all. And one day out of frustration asked me what I thought I was going to do in life if I couldn’t read. And surprising both of us, I said I wanted to be a writer. And he laughed.”
Mark Twain’s charming love letter.
On bookshelf aesthetics.
Feral is having a moment.
A new Wuthering Heights adaptation is “caked in grime and damp with saliva.” Oh, and “salted with profanity.”
Ten years on, reading 9/11.
Profanisaurus? There’s an app for that.
George R. R. Martin, fanboy.
Haunting images of America’s asylums.