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Walk Like Updike, Live Like Lowell, Eat Your Words
By
Sadie Stein
April 4, 2012
On the Shelf
A cultural news roundup.
RIP illustrator John Griffiths.
A slideshow
of his Penguin covers.
Speaking of covers,
Meg Wolitzer asks
whether male authors garner better ones.
The best spokesman for an Ernest Hemingway novel?
Papa himself
.
The world’s
first edible cookbook
is printed on sheets of fresh pasta, blueprints for its own destruction that, when baked, turn into a lasagna.
Perhaps not shockingly, members of Russia’s Public Chamber have criticized a school notebook, part of the Great Russians series,
the cover of which features an image of Stalin in military regalia
. The publishers, defiant, point out that in a recent TV contest, Stalin placed third in a vote on the country’s “greatest historical figures.”
The Awl’s number-one tip for writing the
Great American Novel
? “Move out of Brooklyn.”
The big news in Salt Lake City was not that yours truly was there (although I was): luminaries of the horror genre converged on the Beehive State for the
2012 Bram Stoker Awards
, where writers Joe McKinney and Allyson Byrd won big.
In which
Ian McEwan
helps his son with an essay on one of his own novels … and gets “a very low mark.”
Sylvia Plath slept
here
(and take a peek into fourteen other writers’ bedrooms).
Robert Lowell wrote
here
—on Manhattan’s West Sixty-seventh Street—and it can be yours for $685,000.
The
Little House
books are canonical—literally. Laura Ingalls Wilder’s autobiographical series join the Library of America.
John Updike
predicted New York’s newly announced 6 1/2 Avenue in a 1956
New Yorker
article: “As a service to readers who are too frail or shy for good-natured hurly-burly, we decided to plot a course from the Empire State Building to Rockefeller Center that would involve no contact with either Fifth or Sixth Avenue.”
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