At the Guardian, CA Barron imagines taking superlatives off book jackets. Could you pick a book up that didn’t claim to be luminous, unerring, dazzling or sweeping?
How about Spector-taculor? I went to the Phil Spector trial, and I’m going back.
Is it time for a New Yorker redesign? KT Meaney makes a strong case, calling for “wild exactitude.” (via)
Carrie has gone and sarted blogging for About Last Night. Go, CAAF!
Happy (belated) birthday, Gwenda!
Jessica is sharing the Brooklyn bookstore of her dreams.
The difference between fabulous residency programs finally revealed! Yaddo has teeny wine cups, MacDowell has PBR and a dance party.
