Posts Tagged ‘H.G. Wells’
April 24, 2014 | by Dan Piepenbring
Beijing’s new twenty-four-hour bookstore.
- Fact: in 1934, H. G. Wells interviewed Stalin.
- Professor Richard H. Hoggart has died, at ninety-five. In 1960, Hoggart helped to end British censorship of Lady Chatterley’s Lover; he is “widely credited as the most persuasive in convincing a jury of nine men and three women that Lawrence’s graphic descriptions of sex between Lady Constance Chatterley and her husband’s groundskeeper, Oliver Mellors, were not obscene.”
- Beijing now has a twenty-four-hour bookstore. It has nightly promotional offers and air-conditioning. “We want to create an intellectual environment for book lovers,” the store’s manager said. But lest you think it sounds like paradise: “We mainly sell social science books.”
- The critic Franco Moretti “pursues literary research of a digital and quantitative nature”; in other words, he handles books as if they’re mountains of data. “I’m interested in the survival of genres, of texts, of forms. I’m a formalist. I think that should be the basis of literary analysis because, I suspect, that is also the basis of readers’ choices, although readers may not be aware of that. They don’t seem to choose a story. They choose a story told in a certain way, with a certain style and sense of events.”
- For Mary Gaitskill, Let’s Talk About Love, Carl Wilson’s excellent book about Céline Dion, becomes a meditation on our preoccupation with cool: our ferocious disdain for Dion suggests we live in “a world of illusory shared experiences, ready-made identities, manipulation, and masks so dense and omnipresent that in this world, an actual human face is ludicrous or ‘crazy’; a world in which authenticity is jealously held sacrosanct and yet is often unwelcome or simply unrecognizable when it appears.”
September 28, 2011 | by Sadie Stein
A cultural news roundup.
Jewish poet and novelist Emanuel Litvinoff has died at the age of ninety-six.
Here, he reads his poem “T. S. Eliot.”
A new Bloomsbury imprint will digitally revive out-of-print titles by Edith Sitwell, Cecil Day-Lewis, and Monica Dickens, among others.
Julian Assange’s memoir, due to lackluster sales, may soon be out of print. It’s sold fewer than 700 copies.
Michael Moore tries to pull his memoir from “murderous Georgia” following the execution of Troy Davis.
Reviewers vs. Bloggers.
Stephen King gives fans a taste of The Shining sequel.
Le fin d’Asterix.
The return of The BFG.
The sex life of H. G. Wells.
Between a rock and a hard place.
A visual history of book references in The Simpsons.
“Bentley was, however, no ass.”
August 10, 2011 | by Sadie Stein
A cultural news roundup.
Philip Levine is America’s new poet laureate.
Save the Words is dedicated to bringing underutilized vocabulary back into circulation. A locupletative goal!
The Popeye Cookbook is, not shockingly, heavy on the spinach.
Bienvenue en France, Google Books!
An unlikely hit: The Waste Land app earns back its costs in a mere six weeks.
“I think it’s one of those things where you’re standing in a room, and you’re like, ‘Let’s make a new food magazine.’ And that’s a terrible idea. The world does not need a new food magazine ... But if it’s such a bad idea that you can do a good version of it, then that’s a cool challenge.”
An Edinburgh marathon reading of Theresa Breslin’s Prisoner in Alcatraz attempts to break the world reading record.
Signs of a publishing rebound?
John Burnside on researching a book: “I went for a walk in the Arctic Circle without map or compass. Fortunately, I was only lost for hours, not days.”
Watch Britten’s Turn of the Screw, live.
“There was something a bit Wellsian about photographs of riots and looting across London this weekend. Pictures of burning shops and broken windows and young men confronting uniformed police included crowdsourced images snatched by witnesses in the rapid, unexpected diffusion of trouble. The most dramatic, of Tottenham on fire and the blackened aftermath, are positively apocalyptic. To me, it all seems uncanny and reminiscent of late Victorian science fiction. Even the place names have that quality of ordinariness that Wells exploits in his fantasy of a London apocalypse: Tottenham in flames, insurrection in Enfield, anarchy in Leyton and Islington ...”