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Stewart O’Nan is coming to Pitt in a couple of weeks; today he’s interviewed at the NBCC blog. Find out what Last Night at the Lobster has in common with High Noon.

Tonight Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie reads at Pittsburgh’s Drue Heinz Lecture Series, but I don’t think I can stop writing, grading papers or reading long enough to attend. Damn.

I think I’d have to put everything aside, tho, if The Long Embrace showed up on my doorstep. The new Raymond Chandler biography deals with his obsessions (his wife, his drinking) while the author obsesses herself (staking out his apartments, drinking gimlets because he did).

Mark Sarvas reviews Forskin’s Lament for the Philadelphia Inquirer, blurbably: “hilarious, caustic and surprisingly moving.”

Speaking of memoirs by witty New Yorkers, Felicia Sullivan’s The Sky Isn’t Visible From Here is on the horizon.

Margaret Atwood has her LongPen to make booksignings easier; more adorably, Michael Chabon has his son.

The Valve, which is full of wonderful intellectuals and, yes, academics revisits academic blogging. That’s the way to do it.

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I like sitting in Jack Webb's booth.