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Thefts, Maps, and the Return of Oprah

June 4, 2012 | by

  • A rare, first-edition Book of Mormon has been stolen from an Arizona store.
  • The Atlantic presents a slideshow of images from the “graphic canon,” in which artists take on the classics.
  • Will 2012 be the biggest Book Expo ever?
  • An interactive map of the UK’s literary destinations.
  • The return of Oprah’s Book Club.

    Sexy Typewriters, Wodehouse Nonsense

    May 25, 2012 | by

  • Apparently, typewriter erotica was a thing in the 1920s. (NSFW-ish.)
  • The most influential lyricist in music? T.S. Eliot.
  • Philip Roth writes in to the Atlantic to set the record straight on his mental health.
  • The Wodehouse random quote generator is a glorious time-waster.
  • The New Yorker tweets Jennifer Egan’s new story, 140 characters at a time.


    December 22, 2011 | by

    My school’s Wassail Party was held in the upper-school cafeteria, at night. For us lower-schoolers, it was thrilling. We were not usually welcome on the big kids’ campus, but after the annual candlelight service we were invited to eat miniature candy canes and Pepperidge Farm cookies in their vast, dim, low-ceilinged, linoleum-floored refectory. There was a big bowl of cold lime-sherbert punch, surrounded by elegant plumes of dry-ice smoke and a big bowl of warm, spiced apple juice—our wassail. When we were slightly older, we could join the choir that performed in the candlelight service. “Wassail, wassail, all over the town,” we sang, “Our bread it is white, and our ale it is brown!” It felt quietly subversive even to sing the word ale, since we were, in our red jumpers and green neck ribbons, as wholesome as the gingerbread and apple juice served after the concert.

    Wassail means “be thou hale,” and it’s what English farmers traditionally consumed to drink to the health of their apple trees on Christmas Eve or Twelfth Night Eve. The rite itself was also called wassailing and generally called for a bowl of hard cider or apple-spiked ale to be paraded about the orchard. The spirits of the trees were toasted; scraps of booze-soaked toasted bread were tossed into the branches; roots were given a dram. Read More »