Leonard Lopate had George Saunders, Vendela Vida and Zadie Smith on his radio show this week, and luckily WNYC has put it online. Smith has edited a new anthology — with one of the oddest descriptions I’ve heard in a while — she “asked 22 other writers to make up a character, and then write a story about that character.” This would be atypical, um, how?

The Library of Congress is on Flickr. They’re uploading hundreds of photos and encouraging volunteers to add appropriate tags. A worthy timewaster.

Jessica relays good news on book sales.

Jamie Attenberg reveals the exhausting inside of her book tour. Take that, multiply by a couple thousand, add the pressure of raising humongous amounts of campaign cash, and you get the life of Obama or Edwards or Clinton.

If you feel you’re getting too old for partying, take heart: Ike Turner — who died in December at age 76 — went out high on cocaine.

Time to move to England? The Arts Council claims that there will be a “significant increase in investment in the literature sector over the next three years.” Can I get a flat in the literature sector?

The National Book Critics Circle has announced its awards finalists. The most entertaining read is Lizze Skurnick’s liveblogging. Most interesting/unsurprising news of the nominees? Joyce Carol Oates is up for two awards, for fiction and memoir. I tell you, that woman belongs on Battlestar Gallactica — she’s an infinitely cloneable cyborg.

Laila Lalami reviews Yalo by Elias Khoury for the Los Angeles Times. “It is these successive and contradictory confessions that the novel gives us, almost without preamble,” she writes, describing the novel’s fractured, circular narrative. “Los Angeles has Joan Didion and Raymond Chandler, and Istanbul, Orhan Pamuk. The beautiful, resilient city of Beirut belongs to Khoury.”

Gwenda is in Vermont, at the residency part of her low-res MFA program.

I know that sometimes I wonder, what should I read next? Now, I have shelves and stacks. But in case you’re looking, The Millions has some recommendations.

Let’s hope none of them start out like this: “Gerald began — but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for them ‘permanently’ meant the next ten minutes or so until buried by searing lava or suffocated by choking ash — to pee.” That’s the winner of the 2007 Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest, which honors terrible opening sentences of imaginary novels (via Ward 6, my favorite new litblog — or should that be newly favorite?)

More to read! Mark points out that the NY Times is serializing a new piece by Benjamin Black aka John Banville.

More more to read! A short story by Etgar Keret in the LA Weekly. (via Callie) P.S. – the LA Weekly publishing fiction? Way to go!

The Happy Ending Reading Series gets a starry review from The Publishing Spot.

Congrats to Cecil Castellucci – The PLAIN Janes has been nominated for a Cybil Award.

Record-breaking heatwave here in Pittsburgh. It was 66 yesterday! Woohoo!

Another record-breaker: AWP sold out. While last year I simply walked in and paid at the door, this year the Association of Writing Programs pre-registered 7,000 people for the conference — perhaps because it’s in New York — and will sell no more passes. Even all their volunteer slots are gone. However, Tayari Jones knows a press that could use your help — and will get you in.

Meanwhile, book critics converge on San Francisco to announce the NBCC Awards finalists and hold a few excellent panels on, you know, books and stuff.

Fascinating literary fashion from CAAF at About Last Night.

Ed is back.

Was it David Remnick who wrote the New Yorker’s Carver intro?

A fantastic reading list inspired by The Wire. (Maud went to the NY party for the season 5 premiere!)

I don’t live in NY but I do know that the Atlantic Yards development is nightmare of horrifying proportions. The authors who’ve contributed to Brooklyn Was Mine are fighting the good fight; the book’s proceeds benefit a nonprofit trying to preserve the community/

David Kipen has Twain on the brain: Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

5 Chapters kicks off with a story by Nick Hornby.

From blog posts to a short story: making it work in Australia.

Felicia Sullivan is working hard in 2008.

Bat Segundo closed 2007 with David Rakoff.

Teresa Duncan’s ghost is back, posting the TS Eliot poem “New Beginning” to ring in 2008.

Bookfox previews short story collections due in 2008.

Tod Goldberg wishes me a fucktard-free new year. And you too.

Bookfox likes Refresh, Refresh by Benjamin Percy… who reads in Pittsburgh this Friday.

The Millions has begun its year in reading 2007. It’s an addictive, wonderful, hideous way of expanding your to-be-read pile. Because any book read (not published) in 2007 is fair game; every suggestion is superb. They’re adding more to the list every day.

My new favorite word, courtesy Marlon James: bullcrit. As in “Hell, I was paid for a review of Don Delillo’s Underworld even though the first Delillo novel I ever read was Falling Man.”

My previous favorite word, fucktard, gets a workout in Tod’s latest Letter to Parade.

Gilbert Hernandez is admired at Tex[t]-Mex for his “narrative savvy like Pynchon channeling García Márquez through Frida Kahlo’s lens (with Buñuel capturing it all on his instamatic).” Blam!

The Guardian asks David Mitchell: When you were growing up did you have books in your home?
David Mitchell responds: Yes. Now I have a home somewhere in my books.

Another blogger goes mainstream: Veronique de Turenne, who’s been blogging Malibu for LA Observed, will join the LA Times in January.

The first $5,000 Dzanc Books prize will support a program to teach creative writing in prisons.

The coolest thing I’ve read all day:

Mark Sarvas’s first novel is funny and sad, rueful, wised-up and curiously moving. A remarkable debut. – John Banville, winner of the Man Booker Prize for The Sea.

Although perhaps it should read John – fucking – Banville. The book is Mark’s upcoming debut, Harry, Revised.

Bukowski’s home will be saved after all. Eh. I like him as a dissolute icon, I do; but literary talent, not so much.

Tod demonstrates how to get on an FBI watch list.

Antoine Wilson is interviewed at Please Don’t, a new online quartlery. He describes his ideal audience — “I write to a version of myself, a literary doppelganger. I’d like that doppelganger to pick up my novel, read it, and say, ‘I wish I’d written that.’” — which is entirely appropriate for a guy who’s written a book about someone with an alter ego. Did I say excellent book? It is: The Interloper.

Truth is stranger than fiction, part 7,135,087: in the 1920s, a Memphis woman ran a sordid adoption ring. She’d trick unwed mothers into signing away their infants, bribe nurses to lie and say babies had been stillborn. One of her ill-gotten infants became Joan Crawford’s daughter (and you know how well that turned out). The Baby Thief: The Untold Story of Georgia Tann, the Baby Seller Who Corrupted Adoption sounds too good to pass up.

Hankering for the encyclopedia of country music or a very fine atlas? Oxford University Press is on sale for xmas at Amazon.

Mark’s in favor of the NBCC best recommended books list.

Some of the best book covers of the year.

Wax Poetic in Burbank CA is holding an Alternative Holiday Book Bazaar December 6, featuring such authors as Tom Reynolds (I Hate Myself and Want to Die: The 52 Most Depressing Songs You’ve Ever Heard).

Back here in Pittsburgh, a colleague brings her undergrad class to look at Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood.

The New York Times has printed 100 Notable Books for 2007. I’ve read 5, including Ian MacEwan’s slender On Chesil Beach, the hefty Tree of Smoke by Denis Johnson, and Don Delillo’s midsized Falling Man. The others, I’ve both read and reviewed — Twenty Grand by Rebecca Curtis and The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta.

There are several others that are in my to-be-read pile or wish-I-owned hypothetical pile or started-but-haven’t finished pile. And I’m not the only one.

What’s funny is that the NY Times only includes books on its list which it deigned to review in the first place. The paper didn’t look beyond its own review pool to consider books that might be “notable.”

wga strike

Not only do I support the striking Hollywood writers, I also support the LAist’s amazing coverage of the strike and all its odd side stories. They’ve got personal stories and pics of thousands of marchers, a visit by Presidential hopeful John Edwards, KT Tunstall performing on a sidewalk, CAA interns serving churros and scones, Larry David, Garry Marshall, Sandra Oh, Alicia Keys and strike-sympathetic octogenarian munchkins.

Don’t play trivia against Gwenda and Christopher. I know this from personal experience.

What do you do if no one’s buying your gossip blog’s book? Tell everyone, let them snark on you for a change, and bingo! sales go up, slunch says (altho the margin is pretty teensy.)

What else? If the kindle kindles your ire, be sure to check in with Ed: he’s gone mad over it.

Florida State hosts an entirely calm talk by Barry Hannah, who hurled a knife mid-lecture when he visited the school in ’80s (and that was ony the beginning). (via)

I’ll be taking the time to read Josh Ferris on Delillo’s White Noise (part 1, part 2) after the holiday, when, for school, I’ll be writing a paper on the MLA book Approaches to Teaching White Noise. Which I imagine will make me cranky; stay tuned.

Cecil Castellucci went to NYC and immediately hit the Russian Tea Room. I worked in the building next door for a year but it was closed for refurbing and I never went. Maybe someday.

The trailer for Jamie Attenberg’s The Kept Man is pretty outta site. The book’ll be out in January.

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