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It Is Hoped

April 24, 2012 | by Sadie Stein

Linguists and grammarians the world over may weep into their Manuals of Style, but the march of progress continues: as of this week, the AP Stylebook has altered its definition of hopefully. As they tweeted, “We now support the modern usage of hopefully: It's hoped, we hope.”

(Previously, the accepted definition was, “In a hopeful manner.”)

As the AP deputy standards editor David Minthorn told the Washington Post somewhat mournfully, “We batted this around, as we do a lot of things, and it just seemed like a logical thing to change. We’re realists over at the AP. You just can’t fight it.”

Naturally, the decision has been controversial. While some have heralded the AP’s flexibility, others, like editor Rob Rheinalda, take a dimmer view, opining, “It’s lazy and it’s subjective. The speaker presumes that everyone shares that hope.” The WaPo piece had generated 680 comments as of this writing. Is Rome burning? Or is language simply in perpetual flux?

We are reminded here of the immortal words of Ken Kesey, who, in his Paris Review interview, remarked, “As you get older and hopefully wiser, you find that blame and punishment beget only more blame and punishment.” Amen.

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On the Shelf

March 7, 2012 | by Sadie Stein

Nabokoving.

A cultural news roundup.

  • “Once again, it’s that time of year when otherwise mature adults paint their faces in the palettes of their favorite book jacket designers, and all across Facebook college kids post pictures of themselves Nabokoving. Yes, we’re talking about book awards season.”
  • Happy birthday, John Updike!
  • Happy birthday, Douglas Adams!
  • Geoff Dyer on “bunking off.”
  • With friends like these, Saul Bellow didn’t need enemies.
  • Elizabeth Bowen and Jean Rhys get the “blue plaque treatment” in London.
  • Stephen King: “The idea that a writer can bring his core audience into the tent with a blurb ... you might as well try herding cats.”
  • The fact that Truman Capote wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s here is a selling point. The fact that it has eighteen rooms doesn’t hurt, either.
  • Footnotes upon footnotes in Footnote.
  • “Eggers named his journal after McSweeney before he knew anything about the man, and didn't discover his identity until after McSweeney died in January 2010 at age 67.”
  • The famously combative Ben Jonson.
  • Jonathan Franzen: “Twitter is unspeakably irritating. Twitter stands for everything I oppose … it’s hard to cite facts or create an argument in 140 characters … it’s like if Kafka had decided to make a video semaphoring The Metamorphosis. Or it’s like writing a novel without the letter ‘P’… It’s the ultimate irresponsible medium … People I care about are readers … particularly serious readers and writers, these are my people. And we do not like to yak about ourselves.”
  • #JonathanFranzenHates
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    On the Shelf

    January 18, 2012 | by Sadie Stein

    Evelyn Waugh.

    A cultural news roundup.

  • R.I.P. Reginald Hill.
  • Bad news for bookstores.
  • But they fight back!
  • The Edgar Allen Poe Graveside Society and Cognac-Drinker’s Club.
  • “Spare a thought for the authors who pass from celebrity to oblivion within their own lifetimes.”
  • Is it acceptable to answer a phone call with an e-mail? And other modern conundrums.
  • To republish Hitler? And other eternal conundrums.
  • Cormac McCarthy, screenwriter.
  • Everyman’s library?
  • #FactsWithoutWikipedia
  • A comic take on the blackout.
  • Downton vs. Brideshead.

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    On the Shelf

    January 11, 2012 | by Sadie Stein

    A cultural news roundup.

  • The joy of books.
  • The Hatchet Job of the Year.
  • What Bill Clinton reads.
  • What Michelle Obama doesn’t.
  • And maybe it’s trivial to know that Salman Rushdie loves Carrie Fisher, quotes Clive James and is looking forward to seeing Hari Kunzru and Tom Stoppard at the Jaipur literary festival, but knowing random bits of information about people one admires just is, for whatever reason, enjoyable. It’s like being friends with them, except they have no idea who you are, but it doesn’t matter because this is still closer than you'd ever normally get.”
  • Random House acquires Canadian publisher McClelland & Stewart.
  • Roald Dahl goes postal.
  • Tolkien is snubbed.
  • “First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.”
  • Joanna Newsom, novelist?
  • McBooks.
  • If Norman Mailer likes me, I’ll kill myself.”
  • Sayonara, Nook.
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    On the Shelf

    December 14, 2011 | by Sadie Stein

    A cultural news roundup.

  • Cult author Russell Hoban has died at eighty-six.
  • Just what every child hopes to find under the tree: a Joyce Carol Oates doll.
  • Not so much? How about some grammatical correction?
  • A children’s science book?
  • Or a Vonnegut-inspired tee?
  • (#booknerd)
  • These same people might enjoy an at-home table-reading party.
  • The Utne Reader pulls up stakes for Kansas.
  • Tuck Everlasting: The Musical.
  • Literary novels, the HBO shows.
  • On Joan Didion’s “Oh, wow.” : “Much of the fun in these rather bitchy back-and-forths is seeing literary heavyweights get just this peevish.”
  • Capote in the buff!
  • Pooh’s predecessor!
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    Staff Picks: ‘DOC,’ ‘Luminous Airplanes’

    September 23, 2011 | by The Paris Review

    H. L. “Doc” Humes in Greenwich Village, ca. 1961. Photo: Courtesy of the Humes family.

    A gregarious talker, novelist, activist, hippie, druggie, filmmaker, and original hipster, Harold L. “Doc” Humes was the kind of man who inspired followings. (Even Wikipedia can’t help but gush, describing him as “a contemporary Don Quixote.”) He was also, of course, a founding editor of The Paris Review. His daughter’s documentary about his rollicking life, DOC, is screening at the Anthology Film Archives on October 1st and 2nd. —Deirdre Foley-Mendelssohn

    Paul LaFarge’s strange, experimental, oddly moving Luminous Airplanes is worth reading for its own considerable merits. But for the full, interactive experience, you have to immerse yourself in the Web site, too. And that’s all I’ll say. —Sadie Stein

    I have been rereading John Cheever’s stories and am happy and surprised to discover they are all fairy tales—not just the openly magical ones like “The Swimmer” or the European stories, with their nobles and castles, but even a country-club story like “Just Tell Me Who It Was,” in which a jealous husband goes looking for a tell-tale golden slipper. How had I never noticed this before? —Lorin Stein

    I recently found a copy of the Huntington Library’s facsimile edition of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience, issued together with extended commentary. I’m a sucker for facsimile editions, and this a gorgeous, visionary book—Blake’s diaphanous, pliant figures; wilting, overgrown plant life; organic page designs; and stained coloration. Every Blake fan should have this in his or her library. —Nicole Rudick

    Rob Delaney writes in Vice this week about why we need to save St. Mark’s Books. —Natalie Jacoby

    Woody Allen would be baffled. But who doesn’t like a tribute to Manhattan? In any case, it got me to rewatch the opening sequence—and I defy any New Yorker not to get goosebumps when the fireworks go off over the river. (Philadelphians, even!) —S. S.

    And while we’re talking Woody Allen? This is when Twitter justifies its existence. —S. S.

    Riot Grrrl revival! —N.R.

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