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On the Shelf

September 28, 2011 | by

H.G. Wells

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 dAsterix.
  • 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.”
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    On the Shelf

    September 21, 2011 | by

    Gustave Flaubert. Photograph by Nadar.

    A cultural news roundup.

  • Michel Houellebecq has been found.
  • So has a James M. Cain manuscript.
  • Neil Young is writing an autobiography.
  • So is Jermaine Jackson.
  • So is Julian Assange. But without his consent.
  • “If I say ‘David Bellos has to be one of the smartest people now on the planet,’ what language am I using? English of a kind; but scarcely the Queen’s, which—to judge from her public utterances—retains a careful insularity; mid-Atlantic schtick is not Her Majesty’s bag.”
  • Nor Shakespeare’s.
  • The Sondheim-crossword mother lode.
  • Shakeups at DC Comics ...
  • But peace at the Poetry Society.
  • “The general editorial posture of the magazine leaned away from the conventions of the establishment and toward the eccentricities of bohemians everywhere.”
  • Salman Rushdie joins Twitter.
  • Flaubert once bet some friends that he could make love to a woman, smoke a cigar, and write a letter at the same time. He won, as they looked on in admiration.”
  • These are beautiful, if we do say so ourselves.
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