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Nobel Tweets, and Other News

May 21, 2013 | by


  • From The Hairpin, “Etymological Origins of Words Related to Insults.” (And we really like that nice is on there.)
  • A little reading-room escapism to brighten your Tuesday.
  • “5 candidates have been selected for 2013 #NobelPrize in #Literature according to Permanent Secretary of the Swedish Academy.” A rather innocuous tweet by the Swedish Academy (yes) has launched a flurry of Nobel speculation.
  • Angry Wikipedia revenge-editor Qworty turns out to be novelist Robert Clark Young. Writes Andrew Leonard, dramatically, “Qworty’s edits undermine our faith in this great project. Qworty’s edits prove that Wikipedia’s content can be shaped by people settling grudges and acting out of spite and envy. Qworty alone, by his own account, has made 13,000 edits to Wikipedia. And Qworty, as the record will show, is not to be trusted.”


    Jolly Writers, and Other News

    January 4, 2013 | by

  • Happy Friday. Here are twenty photos of authors whooping it up.
  • By way of balance, a catalogue of authors’ ailments.
  • The end of an era: the Borders flagship sign comes down.
  • In related news, Barnes & Noble reported tepid holiday sales.
  • “There aren’t any obvious candidates for the Nobel Prize and the prize committee is in an unenviable situation.” The lackluster rationale for Steinbeck’s 1962 win. (Lawrence Durrell, meanwhile, “gives a dubious aftertaste … because of [his] monomaniacal preoccupation with erotic complications.”)

    Mo Yan Wins the Nobel Prize for Literature

    October 11, 2012 | by

    Chinese author Mo Yan—whose pen name translates to Do Not Speak—has won the 2012 Nobel Prize for Literature. A short-story writer and essayist who, says the Nobel citation, “with hallucinatory realism merges folk tales, history and the contemporary,” Mo Yan said he was overjoyed and scared by the honor.

    Continued the citation, “Through a mixture of fantasy and reality, historical and social perspectives, Mo Yan has created a world reminiscent in its complexity of those in the writings of William Faulkner and Gabriel García Márquez, at the same time finding a departure point in old Chinese literature and in oral tradition.”




    The Beet Goes On, Chicken Soup for Soul and Stomach

    August 27, 2012 | by

  • Perhaps inevitably, Chicken Soup for the Soul is launching a line of seven soups, “led by iconic chicken noodle, made with tender chunks of chicken, egg noodles, and vegetables in a signature broth.”
  • In their annual Nobel Prize run-up, Ladbrokes favors Haruki Murakami at 7 to 1 odds.
  • The Shakespeare Insult Generator.
  • Ian McEwan: “Whenever I see the word beetroot it looks so appealing. The word looks its colour, so I’m going to have that.”
  • “One of Mr. Rutherford’s clients, who confidently commissioned hundreds of reviews and didn’t even require them to be favorable, subsequently became a best seller.” The business of raves

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    A Panorama of ‘Gunnar’s Daughter’

    May 10, 2012 | by

    A ten-foot-tall panel illustrating the 1909 Norwegian novel by Sigrid Undset. Now largely forgotten, Undset won the Nobel Prize in 1928. I think her books deserve more attention. Gunnar’s Daughter was published a century ago but takes place in the Middle Ages and has all the great dark and bizarre appeal of Icelandic legend recycled for an Edwardian audience ready to be shocked. Click in and scroll down for the whole story.

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    Wisława Szymborska

    February 6, 2012 | by

    Last week Wisława Szymborska died in Kraków at the age of eighty-eight. Szymborska received the Nobel Prize in 1996 and was Poland’s best-loved living poet. Her poem “Negative” appeared in issue 144 of The Paris Review, translated by Joanna Trzeciak:

    In the dun-colored sky
    A cloud even more dun-colored
    With the black outline of the sun.

    To the left, that is, to the right
    A white cherry branch with black flowers.

    On your dark face, light shadows.
    You have sat down at a small table
    And laid your grayed hands on it.

    You give the impression of a ghost
    Who attempts to summon the living.

    (Because I'm still counted among them,
    I should appear and knock:
    Good night, that is, good morning,
    Farewell, that is, hello.
    Not being stingy with questions to any answer
    If they concern life,
    That is, the storm before the calm.)