- The International literary community rallies around an imprisoned Turkish publisher and activist.
- Steve Jobs tops the best-seller list.
- Rebecca … the musical!
- Heart of Darkness … the opera!
- Blue Nights … the movie!
- Lisbeth Salander … the clothing line?
- Salman Rushdie on Kim Kardashian. On Twitter. In limerick.
- Speaking of strange bedfellows: Groucho Marx and T. S. Eliot.
- J. K. Rowling considered killing off Ron “out of sheer spite.”
- Speaking of spite, Didion vs. Kael.
- Awesome people reading.
This spring, exiting the Stockholm-Arlanda airport, I found myself in a hall which enthusiastically proclaimed, “Welcome to Sweden!” From its walls, huge portraits of the country’s greatest cultural exports greeted me, head shot after head shot. There were actors and directors (Greta Garbo, Ingrid Bergman, Ingmar Bergman), austere portraits of authors (Astrid Lindgren, August Strindberg), and, in 1970s color, ABBA under disco lights, and Bjorn Borg, whacking a tennis ball. At the end of this procession, as if its grand finale, was a full-body photograph of Stieg Larsson. His head rested on his hand, in a position not unlike that of Rodin’s thinker. It’s a familiar photograph, the same one that appears on the back of each of his books: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest.
The Millennium trilogy, as the three are called, has sold more than fifty-one million copies worldwide. Larsson, who died in 2004 of a heart attack, at the age of fifty, never saw the success of his fiction, which he wrote mostly on the side. For him, the books were “like therapy,” his partner Eva Gabrielsson writes in her memoir ‘There Are Things I Want You to Know’ About Stieg Larsson and Me. Read More